The Abyssal Elegy
The scream of tearing metal was the first thing Eleanor Blackwood heard after the world went dark. Then came the cold—immediate and absolute, seeping through her woolen sweater like a living thing. The pressure gauges had gone mad in the last seconds before impact, needles spinning past their maximum readings until the glass shattered. Now there was only darkness and the sound of water finding...
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