If there was one thing Skulduggery missed, it was his revolver. The comforting feel of it in his hand was something that he'd grown far too used to over the years. But even in the world of sorcerers, guns were useful. There wasn't much that could stop a bullet unless you were planning on getting shot, and Skulduggery was nothing if not unpredictable. It was one of the qualities he prized himself on.
It was amazing how such an empty and quiet hallway could set his teeth on edge. Skulduggery was beginning to hope he'd run into someone, friend or foe, just to break the suspicious monotony. That probably wasn't healthy. Hopes like that were what led to hallucinations and madness.
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If there was one thing Skulduggery missed, it was his revolver. The comforting feel of it in his hand was something that he'd grown far too used to over the years. But even in the world of sorcerers, guns were useful. There wasn't much that could stop a bullet unless you were planning on getting shot, and Skulduggery was nothing if not unpredictable. It was one of the qualities he prized himself on.
It was amazing how such an empty and quiet hallway could set his teeth on edge. Skulduggery was beginning to hope he'd run into someone, friend or foe, just to break the suspicious monotony. That probably wasn't healthy. Hopes like that were what led to hallucinations and madness.