In a large room, what could have been a communal shower in the hospital’s heyday, Mister Sticks sat on a throne of severed, rotten heads, the congealed fluids smearing his suit. The heads were stacked as orderly as could be expected, those with long hair plaited together, and driven through with rebar to keep it stable ...READ 'WORKING CLASS PALADIN: CHAPTER 9' NOW!
If you haven't read the series, or you want to catch up before reading the final chapter, here are some quick links to get you up to speed:
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
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