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...of the soul, feels James’s hands respond, gripping tightly as a desperate man would to a floating bit of wood onto Will’s shirt sleeves. “I won’t send you away,” Will says with a furiousness that shocks himself as he draws back to struggle out of his shirt and increasingly restrictive breeches. James stares at him with a dazed sort of smile before he begins to mimic his captain’s motions, easing...
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