The Yacht Trip, The Memorial, And The Gift They Never Expected

been out here celebrating my birthday and my impending murder. I nudged the wheel carefully, feeling it respond, aligning the bow, feeling the mild resistance as the rudders answered my commands.

The Saraphina began to move with purpose instead of aimlessly drifting, and for the first time since I’d woken up, I felt something other than terror.

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