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Nezha cast her a sideways look. “You don’t like the ocean?” She thought of Altan pitching backward into black water. She thought of a long, desperate swim and of nearly losing her mind. “I don’t like the way it smells,” she said. “But it just smells like salt,” he said. “No. It smells like blood.”
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