What is suprising is how wlling we are to inflict it on others.” –JAKOB BRYCE Ropes fell from my wrists. The black sashes grabbed my arms and guided me from my chair. Captain Mmirehl waited by the pool, net in hand. They walked me to him, cold stone like ice under my bare feet. I didn’t fight it. My fate was sealed. Mmirehl was right when he’d once told me I wouldn’t be buried in dirt. The lampreys would suck my life away, drop by agonizing drop, then he would shove my body out the air lock, condemning me to drown for eternity. I stood at the pool’s edge, toes dangling over the lip. I looked at Beleaux. I stood in his direct line of sight, but he didn’t see me. He was lost to this world, his face a gaunt echo of its former self. His mouth hung open, lips curled downward like he’d opened them to moan and left them that way long after his voice had spent itself to nothing. “Get into the water,”
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