I was lounging on the poop deck of Alexander Strange’s trawler, the Miss Demeanor, when a petite young woman with long, black hair appeared on the dock holding a leash.
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Scribbles From Earth: Prologue
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I was lounging on the poop deck of Alexander Strange’s trawler, the Miss Demeanor, when a petite young woman with long, black hair appeared on the dock holding a leash.