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ALHPA ABRAM: And the four daughter 50
"Pull the net, you lazy bastard! The tide is turning and I’m not losing this haul because you’re staring at the horizon again!" Old Marco spat a glob of brown tobacco juice onto the salt-crusted deck, his eyes like glass shards under a frayed captain’s hat.Abram didn't snap back. He didn't even look up. He hauled the heavy, slime-slicked nylon over the gunwale, his back muscles bunching and rippling under a shirt that had long ago surrendered to the scent of diesel and dead scales. His knuckles were raw, the skin split and scabbed over from months of salt-fretting. He moved like a machine—heavy, deliberate, silent."Yeah, yeah. Just keep the boat steady, Marco," Abram grunted. His voice was a jagged rasp, unused to anything more than three-word sentences. He shoved a crate of silver-bellied sea bass toward the hold, his boots skidding on the fish guts coating the floorboards."You're a weird one, Silas. Or whatever the hell your name is today," Marco muttered, turning the wheel with
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"Get the engine running, Vane! If that patrol boat rounds the cape before we hit deep water, we’re shark bait!" Abram hauled Elara toward the shoreline, his boots skidding on the loose shale. The morning air was sharp, tasting of salt and the lingering metallic tang of the fire they’d left behind.Vane spat a glob of blood into the surf and wrenched at the pull-cord of the battered outboard motor. "I'm on it! Just keep your head down and the kid quiet!"The baby remained eerily still against Abram’s chest, a warm, pulsing weight wrapped in a scorched wool blanket. Abram stopped where the wet sand met the foam. He looked at the horizon. The sun was a jagged red wound opening over the Atlantic, turning the water into a flat, blinding sheet of polished chrome."Abram, move! Why are you stopping?" Elara grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into the muscle. She was limping, her gait uneven from the fresh stitches pulling at her skin. "The boat is right there!"Abram didn't budge. He looked
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"Check the perimeter, Vane. If a single Council drone picks up the heat from this cellar, we’re done before the sun hits the horizon." Abram shoved the heavy stone hatch upward, his shoulder muscles bunching and screaming under the strain. Dust and ash filtered down, coating his sweat-slicked face in a grey mask.Vane didn't move from the shadows. He sat against the damp brick wall, his breath coming in shallow, wet wheezes. He gestured with a blood-stained hand toward the ladder. "I’m not... I’m not checking s**t, Silas. My lungs are half-full of Atlantic salt. You go. Take the girl. Take the brat.""You aren't staying here to rot. Get up!" Abram barked. He grabbed Vane’s collar, hauling him toward the light.They emerged into the ruins of what was once the Silas pride. The estate was a skeleton of charred black timber. Smoke rose in lazy, thin ribbons from the garden where Sloane’s body was currently being reduced to bone meal. The air tasted like burnt plastic and expensive scotch.
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"Don't move, you psychopath! Drop the piece or I'll blow your head across this garden!" Elara’s voice rattled, a wet, jagged sound that tore through the roar of the collapsing roof. She lay in the mud, her lower half a ruin of shredded silk and cooling blood, but her fingers locked around the grip of the Glock Abram had dropped. The weight of the metal was the only thing anchoring her to the earth.Sloane stood ten feet away, silhouetted against the white-hot skeleton of the estate. The laser dot on the infant’s forehead flickered, then died as Sloane’s hand trembled. She stared at the mess of birth and fire, her clinical mask finally cracking. "You... you shouldn't even be breathing, Elara. That much blood... it’s impossible.""I'm a mother, Sloane. 'Impossible' doesn't live here anymore." Elara ground her teeth, her jaw creaking. She didn't look at the baby. She didn't look at Abram. She focused entirely on the center of Sloane’s chest.Abram scrambled through the dirt, his knees di
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"Hold the table, Elara! If you slip now, I can't reach the artery!" Abram’s voice cracked, a jagged rasp against the roar of the timber snapping in the hallway. He jammed his boot against the base of the heavy oak desk, bracing his weight as the floorboards groaned."I'm... I'm trying! Ahh! F**k, Abram, it’s burning! Everything is burning!" Elara’s fingers clawed at the polished wood, her nails leaving deep, ragged scores in the mahogany. Her head thrashed back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel cables. Sweat and ash streaked her face, mixing with the hot tears that evaporated almost as soon as they hit her skin."Breathe. Just goddamn breathe!" Abram lunged for the small kit on the floor, his hands slick with a mixture of salt spray and the dark, fresh blood already pooling on the rug. He didn't look at the smoke curling under the door. He didn't look at the orange glow eating the wallpaper. He looked only at the raw, distended skin of her abdomen.The "Emotional Pendulum
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"Open the f**king door, Abram! I’ll burn this entire estate to ash with you inside if you don't hand her over!" Sloane’s voice shrieked through the oak panels, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a shoulder slamming against the wood.Abram didn't answer. He shoved the heavy bolt home. The metal clicked, a final sound in the small, dim room. He turned, his chest heaving, his shirt torn open and soaked in a mixture of salt spray and dark, fresh blood. He ignored the fire alarms already beginning to wail in the hallway.Elara slumped against the edge of a mahogany desk, her hands clawing at the polished wood. Her head thrashed back, her spine arching until it looked ready to snap. A guttural, animalistic sound tore from her throat, raw and jagged."Abram... ahh! F**k, it’s... it’s ripping me apart!" She collapsed onto the rug, her legs shaking. The fabric of her dress was ruined, drenched in the fluid that had pooled on the floorboards."I have you. Look at me, Elara. Breathe through
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