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MERSTORY Ch7 -165


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The lead Harpy swoops past and its talons let go
of the thing it was dragging, and now freed of the weight
flaps his wings to ascend out of attack range.
With not even a parting look back,


The flat sheet tumbles and lands in front of me,
falling face-up.


I gasp and drop to my knees.
Recognizing it instantly-


Metal -! Inconceivable...!
And even more so, I recognize that symbol...!
"How...? How is is this possible?!"


I try to reach out to touch the old metal,
only to cringe back, unable to dare the reality.


"Isso?" Aqua asks, placing a comforting hand on my back,
"You okay?
Why you crying?"


I recognize this particular shade of blue.
This roundel... is for the US NAVY.
Circa World War Two.


I raise my hands and scream out
"EEMEEERGENCY MEEETIIING!!!"


 


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Last update on September 12, 6:08 am by Carlo Marco.
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