I've been forced to liquidate my Accretion Group shares, but that's not the only interest I hold in the Royal Shipbreaking Company.
The golden, semi-corporeal roots that bind Dor in place begin to turn silver, loosen, withdraw from her veins. Freed, she slumps forward at her desk.
But this is just the start of her fight.
3rd place (out of 67) in the 30th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition (2024).
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