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Spark by amy kathleen ryan5/7/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() He knew her well enough to see she didn’t trust him. She’d only looked at him, a haunting hesitation in her deep brown eyes, the rest of her lovely features smooth and expressionless. The conversation always picked up where they’d left off a month before, after he’d asked her to get him out of the brig. He would close his eyes and see her on the other side of the bars to his cell, sitting on the floor, her hands wrapped around an ankle, chin leaning on her knee. He had long, internal conversations, and he always imagined talking to the same person: Waverly Marshall. He hated that he’d begun talking to himself, but that was how to survive solitary confinement. He deserved to be here because of who he was. He supposed he deserved imprisonment, not just for the failed mutiny he’d staged against Kieran. If Kieran Alden stayed Captain of the Empyrean, Seth might never get out. Seth had come to accept that it might be a very long time before he was out of the brig. This isolation was part of his punishment, along with the lights being kept on twenty-four hours a day. Sometimes he could catch hints about what was going on from the chatter of his guards, but there was no sound at all. He sat up on his lonely cot in the brig, deep in the bowels of the Empyrean, and rubbed his eyes. Seth Ardvale wasn’t aware of what woke him he only remembered the fading dream of a rumbling sound that shook his bones. ![]()
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