stranglingfruit
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“Make a wish,” Strong said teasingly. The little pellets of metal came in the food often enough that it had become a bit of a joke among Terror’s crew. Whatever else, there weren’t any ladybirds to wish on this far north. They had to have something.
“Well? What’d you wish for?” Manson asked. His face was wide and earnest.
For a moment something serious passed over young Evan’s face. Then he said, “More bloody ice,” and the table laughed.
Following the tins.