Line Noise

The crown clamps my ankle and yanks me toward the mast. Water slaps cold to mid-calf. I kick; teeth grind bone. The column hums like a live throat.

“Rae,” Danner says, already on the leash, wrapping cable to his wrist. “No shots near power.”

Lina wedges against the mast. “Hold her steady. I’ll...

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