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... retended to be.
Inside the shattered hull, darkness clung like a living thing. Ropes swayed though no wind reached them. Cannons lay half-buried beneath sand and bones, their iron mouths frozen in eternal silence. The ship had survived centuries of storms—only to rot into the apocalypse.
The man barred the broken entrance with a fallen beam while the woman dragged a crate across the gap. Wood groaned. Nails screamed. Outside, hands clawed at the hull, fingers snapping, teeth scra ...
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