Maratse stood in the stern of the dinghy, one hand in his pocket and the other wrapped around the long handle Apollo had bound to the tiller. Sakio glared at him from the bow, arms wrapped tightly around his chest as a thin breeze twisted around the icebergs in the fjord, cooling both men as they sailed along the east coast of Ikerasak Island before cro…
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