Lost to Earth: Book Three
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Geoffrey glares at me through his swollen eye slits, but I smile back because karma is
such a fucking bitch, and these people are about to get a rude awakening.
The row was long and dull, and the nonstop ringing of the church bell wasn't making the
mood any better. The hemp rope biting into my wrists reminded me that this wasn't a cruise
under the stars.
The glowing lamps from the docks were coming closer and closer, and in a few moments,
the boat was steered next to a wooden ladder nailed to the high dock. Shit
Do not ask me how I got up the ladder without hands, but my body is covered in bruises
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