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Chapter 13: Splinters in the Dark

Samora’s POV

I run immediately he says the word.

My shoes slap against the dock, each step rattling through the wooden boards, but the sounds behind me are louder—boots pounding, bodies colliding, the harsh grunts of men crashing into each other. I don’t want to look. I know if I look, I might stumb...