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I can’t hold on much longer. Don’t look down; don’t. But I can’t tear my eyes away from the dark sea, churning far below. Icy wind howls and plucks at my body, pulls it away from the ship even as I struggle to hold on, to swing myself back up to safety. If you can call it that. This ship isn’t safe, not for me. My hands are numb; I can’t feel them anymore. I fall...
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