A Gift of the Gabbs

I found unexpected shelter in a small place called Gabbs, Nevada, where I helped them with a small problem of a supernatural nature in return for a roof over my head and three square meals. Having cut the giant spider ‘god’ from the world and defeated it’s cultists I moved on.

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