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One Thousand and One Nights - Ruth Browne

There was the whisper of a leather holster, a double-click, and a shotgun blast; the walls rang, drifts of paper billowed, and a corpse with no head slid away in a spray of sticky blood. She pivoted on her back foot as the boy reached for her, and blew him away too.

 

 

This feels just slightly over-written.


Also, I'm kind of stuck on what kind of holster she has that's holding her shotgun. And what kind of shotgun she has...