Chapter 57 Hostile Takeover of the Goliath

The floor was giving up. Every time I stepped, the iron dipped and swayed like I was walking on a tarp stretched over a hole.

"Cyprian, the deck is melting!" Oswin shouted. He was sliding toward the railing as the metal turned to grey slush. "What did you do to the settings? We’re going to slide ri...

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