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“Youshouldhavesenta2secondwavetosinktheraft! You had a chance to kill them! Why didn’t you finish it?” Cloud paced back and forth, hammering his fist into his palm, over and over.
“Don’t go on about it!” Storm lay in one of the below-deck hammocks, staring at the ceiling. She wished Cloud would go away: he was making her head hurt.
The Healer had cleaned and bandaged her shoulder and leg. She had lost enough blood to feel light-headed, but she longed to be above decks. She couldn’t think, shut up down here. And she needed to think. Why had her Water-magic failed after that first attack? Was it her or the Dolphin?
“I tried,” she muttered. “I couldn’t manage it. Sorry.”
“You couldn’t have really tried. A proper Weather- Uncorrected Sample
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