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... ery rocks under my boots vibrate.
The surface of the sea didn’t just move; it began to spiral, forming a massive, frothing vortex that pulled the dark, oily film of the ’bitter dust’ down into the depths to be shredded by the current.
I stood back, shielding the basket of cubs from the salty spray that was now flying into the air. My heart was pounding against my ribs. Seeing Damar like this—as a literal force of nature—was a reminder that as much as he was my gentle, protective ...
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