The Deep Sea Elegy
I The transparent chamber hummed against my cheek like the inside of a shell, but there was no shell here—only the vast, crushing dark of the Atlantic, and the living wall of flesh that surrounded us. Sebastian Crowley's breath fogged the plexiglass from the inside. He looked like a man in a fishbowl, his face distorted by the curvature of the chamber and the water pressing against it. "Steady,...
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