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Chapter 3

I used to believe that survival meant freedom. That as long as we were alive, we could find a way to reclaim ourselves.

The first month aboard the Lamia—the Zypherian mothership—felt like drowning. Slowly. Painfully. Without ever reaching the surface.

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MorallyInked

I catch the smeared Ink of my dreams and turn it into words. Welcome to my perfectly Imperfect world.