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apa told me never to trust a pirate. Made sense considering he’d married one, and she’d left him for the skies...

Gritty granules poured into every crack drawn upon my scarred hands. They burned as they wedged themselves deeper into the chasms more...

Drip. Drip. The oil was never late. For an hour, it fell like macabre raindrops from the pipes stretching miles above Rav’s blood-red...