This one’s shorter. I have some editing to do on dirty dictation transcription, and I think I need to write a bridge between this chapter and the next. There are definite downsides to having written most of a novel in fits and starts over several years.
Swamp Weeds
Jem stood there for a moment, looking after Restin, lost in thought, staring at the hatch …
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