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The ocean had no edges.
It was all blue, all breath, all indifferent motion, as if the world had been reduced to one endless lung inhaling and exhaling. The sun sat overhead like a coin pressed into the sky, and beneath it a rubber life raft rose and fell on the swells, small as a thought no one bothered to keep.
Lieutenant Ethan Lawson had stopped trying to count the days after the fifth sunrise. Counting made you hungry in a new way. Counting reminded you that time was still moving even when your body felt like a stranded machine, rusting in salt.
