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... am past us from the ramparts above—not aimed at us. Aimed at the fins trailing behind.
The shooters on the walls fire, reload, and fire again with the bored precision of people who do this three times a week. Each bolt trails a tethered rope that goes taut the second it hits sand, anchoring the sharks in place long enough for the gates to slam shut.
Not a single bolt lands within ten feet of our sliders. These people have their geometry down to an art.
I’m off my slider b ...
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