When my mother said they'd arranged a marriage for me, I didn't expect it to involve tossing ships, the scent of gunpowder, and choking smoke filling the air above the sea. Or pirates and sorcerers.
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Of course we called them zombies. What else do you call it when a sickness -- the one my dad created -- turns someone's skin gray an' amps-up their aggression?
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