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Chapter 86 The Crew of the Damned
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2026-06-21 00:16:53We load the sub by moonlight, because the net has seen me once and there is no reason to give it a daylight portrait. Six of us go down.
I count us the way I count everything, by what each one would do if the hull cracked and there was air for five. Me, with the source under my heart and the source under my ribs, both of them hungry.
Damian, who will spend any of the others to keep the second one alive, and has now shown me he means it. Sarah at the pilot’s station, the on
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