
Olympian
Thwack and Thaw
She is still very, very cold. Rubbing her skin, I hold her tightly to my chest, feeling her heartbeat against my own. […]
She is still very, very cold. Rubbing her skin, I hold her tightly to my chest, feeling her heartbeat against my own. […]
My ship drifts unsteered now. No wind, no direction, no anchor. Floating, drifting and – thudding? […]
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