NoahWe walk around the corner, well out of sight of Lyric before I turn on Weiland. A raw, primal fury, thick and hot as spilled blood, surges through my veins. I seize him by the front of his impeccably tailored, obviously expensive, designer shirt, and throw him backward with enough force to make the old, salt-worn structure groan. The impact is a sickening thud followed by a dry, splintering crack as his back hits a rickety wooden booth, one of those abandoned shacks that probably housed rigged carnival games decades ago.The rotting wood pillars give way with a wet snap under his weight. He drops the sheaf of rolled-up blue prints and the small, black USB drives containing the ride demonstrations. The paper flutters downward, catching the humid sea breeze, a white, pathetic bird against the dull, dark sand. The sticks land with dull, barely audible thuds, swallowed by the gritty drift sand.My teeth are bared, a low, guttural snarl vibrating deep in my chest. I lean in until th
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