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The Blackbird hovered over the tower as Alex stared down at it, a small grin curling his lips. It was luck that he saw it in the distance and had his men fly closer.
There were whispers behind him. He raised his gaze to see several of the sailors, hardened men who had seen and done many things, pale and sweating.
His brow rose. Granted, the hairs on the back of his neck rose up as well, but he pushed it aside.
Sailors were a superstitious lot. Continue reading