gin and sea - open, joining/returning

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Rift didn't hear the last words she spoke. His ears rang at the mention of his mother's capture. Stryker? Wasn't that the Coalition leader? He let out a rattling breath, his brow scrunched in worry. He nodded, accepting her offer of food and water. "It was a long... trip."


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[W]isker