The Heir of Blackwater Bay

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The salt wind howled through the rigging like a thing in torment. Thomas Blackwood woke to the taste of blood and rum, his wrists bound with rope that bit into raw flesh. A man with a face like cured leather leaned over him, pouring a cup of something brown and foul between his teeth. "Drink, boy. Or swim." Thomas swallowed. The liquid burned all the way down. He opened his eyes to a sky the...

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