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... ng in the wash zone.
Other than the sheer exhaustion and a bite mark where a shark had nibbled on me before deciding I didn’t taste that good, I was actually in better shape than normal. The kelp line had better food than I’d had in a while. For being exiled, I was doing outstanding.
I didn’t even have to wander far along the beach before spotting smoke. And smoke meant fire, which usually meant civilization. For a few wonderful minutes, I forgot that I owned nothing but a black ...
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