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The nesting grounds caught me by surprise as we exited from the current. It spat us out into a shallower area where the light could penetrate to the seafloor. Coral arches and swaths of reef unfolded in brilliant colours beneath the oscillating sparkles. “Welcome to Keris’s territory.” Saeesar took me for an overview above the…
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“Better?” I asked as Sam and I left Forceps. He nodded, running his hands through his hair happily. “Wanna go get your sister and have lunch?” We walked down the hall and back out to the shop floor.
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“What can I do when I get there? Is there a way to undo a mark?” I asked as water rushed past me. Holding onto his back fin, I could not be improving Saeesar’s aerodynamics, but it was easier to hold on this way and freed up his arms for propulsion.
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“Why are we here?” one of the male Chair demanded. The soft grey of the testing chamber gave me haunted mansion vibes.
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The library was buried deep at the opposite end of the facility from my rooms. The place used to be a documents library where blueprints and print media had been kept when the warehouse had functioned. The stairs were dark, and a lamp was the best help we had down it. We needed to get…
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“Marin!” Saeesar called behind me as I broke the surface of the ocean. We were surprisingly closer than I thought to land. The crevice had been part of a deep section off a long shallow shelf. Instead of wasting the charm, I used it to push myself towards the soft sand beach. “Marin!” Saeesar called…
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I was sore, tired, and hungry again by the time we emerged from the woods on the opposite end of the castle from where we left off to the village.
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“You doing any better?” Sylwyn asked from the kitchen where he was putting away a couple bags of groceries.
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“You knew him?” Medicus asked as he held pen to paper. He didn’t sound surprised. I had no idea what he was thinking, but man if I could have peeled Medicus’s brain open and got a dig at what was turning in it, I would have paid my right ball for the opportunity.
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Went to the Amsterdam Graffiti Museum – called STRAAT – which translates to street.
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