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“I found the spot where the gap was smallest. I was about to go across to them when an arm in the darkness grabbed me from behind. It belonged to a man. He covered my mouth and dragged me into the shadows behind the staircase that lead to the ships wheel. I struggled against him for a moment, then I felt the cold steel of a knife press into my esophagus. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat,”

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First Voyage: Book 1 of the Sky Sailor Trilogy

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