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Submitted to Contest #62
Jenkins fidgeted uneasily with the revolver in his hand. The metal shimmered in the pale light of the moon, and reminded him somewhat of the creeks he would play in as a child. He prodded the hammer of the weapon with his thumb, getting a feel for the weight of the whole thing. As far as he could tell, the whole gun was made from the same hunk of dark gray steel. The hammer felt cold against his fingers, and considering the state he was in, it was a shack that he could feel anything. The only piece there to break up the design of this rather...
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