Moving through the water again, gulping it in but not dying, not dying, not going to heaven to see Ma and Pa. Not yet. Instead, moving through water that shifted from black to navy to indigo to sky blue. Going up. She broke through into the air, the pit of her belly heavy. Coughed the water out her lungs. Her legs didn’t feel like hers, but she managed to kick herself through the water to the bank of the blue hole. She dragged herself out. The cutlass was long gone, sunk into the depths sometime during the battle. Had she killed the fish devil? Yenderil collapsed on the bank, not just from
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