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Ninety Fathoms to Anywhere
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The journal was dated. Recent. Months old. Page one: 'If you're reading this, I was right.' Sefu: 'Right about what?' Me: 'The water. He knew.' Sefu: 'He knew it was coming.' The next page said: 'Now you have twelve hours.'
Sefu: 'Twelve hours for what?' Me: 'The journal doesn't say.' We stared at the basement door. Sefu: 'He wanted us to choose.' Me: 'Choose what?' Sefu: 'Maybe. That's the point.'
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