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        Thesoundoftearingfabricandthewet,rhythmicmessoftheirkissfilledthesmallspace,enoughtomakeanyman''sbloodboil.Butthen,thingstookaturnfortheuncanny.

        AsRedBandanaslidhisfinger—theonetattooedwiththeletter"O"—insideReya,theatmosphereshifted.

        Ascentbegantobleedthestaleair.Itwasfaintatfirst,thenitbloomed,aggressiveandimpossible.Itsmelledofsun-drenchedwildflowersandcrushedpetals,likeaspringhillsidesuddenlymanifestinginthemiddleofagraveyard.

        Itwasimpossible.Theywereusedtothestagnant,heavystenchoftheship''scabin.Thecontrastwassosharpitwasdisorienting.

        TheNeckTatfroze,hiscigarettehalfwaytohislips.

        TheRedBandanawentrigid,hishandstillburiedinsideher,alookofutterconfusionwashingoverhisface.

        Thesensationagainsthisskinwaswrong.Itdidn''tfeellikeflesh;itfeltlikesomething...else.

        TheNeckTatshovedhimaside,leaningdowntocatchthescentbloomingfromhercore.

        "Fuck,"hehissed,recoilingasifstung."Whatisthatsmell?Whatthehellisshe?"

        Theydealtinchemicals—legal,illegal,volatile,toxic.

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