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THE SECOND WAVE

last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 21.03.2026 22:28:11

Amara’s POV

The trawler rocks in the swell two miles offshore. Engine off. Lights off. We float like a dead thing waiting for the tide to decide.

Inside the small cabin, the only illumination is the blue glow from the vial pouch on the table. It pulses faintly—steady, cold, alive. I haven’t taken it off in thirty-six hours. The lead-lined fabric is warm now from body heat, like the thing is trying to match my heartbeat.

Leo sits across from me—elbows on knees, staring at the deck. Zara leans ag
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