Samsa seems to run things from what I’ve seen. But even as he remembered how to reach the staircase, he realised that it was inside the same leg that the sea-dragon was wrapped around. Her name before, or after, doesn’t matter. The ship was all but made—and, like a jade statue, it would brook no corrections nor oversights.
, where few of the passengers are what they appear to be, and death can strike from nowhere at any second along the way. I still don’t. Nobody’s seen this before—life from two entirely different domains working together. Two sets of sirens are wailing in the distance, chasing different troubles.
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