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Of Depth and Deception (Chapter 1)
Skehl trailed his sister into the Belly, a white-grey haze of glow and gloom greeting them like a watchful mourner—or an anticipatory accomplice. At this gelid, stale depth of the Aghata Trench, with all the heaviness of an ocean crushing down upon him, he could hardly breathe. Hardly think.
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Of Depth and Deception (Chapter 2)
On his own, Skehl could have hidden easily enough. His own blue glow was subtle, like the light of the Cal-moon, if watered down and muffled behind a splash of dark clouds. Thressel, however, was beyond hiding.
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Of Depth and Deception (Chapter 3)
After two long weeks riding various westerly currents through uninspiring stretches of open ocean, Rader arrived at last before the Aghata Trench — not to the usual glamor and pomp that greeted him, but to the quiet puzzlement of two mere Skaltressian Trenchguards, utterly dumbstruck by his arrival.
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When Gods Feel (An Elspar Story)
It was a vicious summer-storm night when he swam from home. Not alone. He carried the voices with him, prowling through his mind like an invasive species — wild and sharp of bite. Soon to overwhelm him… Had overwhelmed him…
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The Weight of Expectations (An Elspar Story)
White orbs, oblong—and not an option. Yet their soft shimmer calls to me. Captivates. I lean closer, my nose nearly brushing their seafoam-fragile shells. And for a breath, I am weightless…
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Rising Arrogance (An Elspar Story)
This was Oming’s moment—like every moment was. To win. He tore through the kelp-forest like a comet through the night, pulsating and alive with lifelight.
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