THE ABYSS OF MEMORY

SAKDA'S POV (Age 26, Year 1990)

The contract is sealed. Ten years stripped from my ledger.

Black brine fills my lungs. I brace for the death rattle, but it never comes. I am breathing the water. The pressure is absolute, tasting of rusted iron and centuries of coagulated rot.

A sound cuts thr...

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