“Chancellor on deck!” Admiral Mercer boomed across the gymnasium.
His voice was sixty decibels of mountain quarry explosive, reverberating through the acoustic rafters like heavy naval artillery:
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“Master Chief Damon Arthur Mercer.”
“Master Trustee, The 1944 Mercer Sovereign Lineal Charter.”
“And Sole Lineal Custodian of Conduit Ten.”
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Chapter 1: My son lay on the gym floor, struggling to breathe, while his martial arts instructor ridiculed him in front of a room packed with parents. h007
Posted October 28, 2026
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The words detonated through the Iron Ridge Combat Academy with the concussive, hydrostatic shock of an eighty-pound iron depth charge rupturing an armored bulkhead.
Chancellor on deck.
Blake Haron lay pinned beneath Barnaby’s paws, his teeth chattering so violently that his blue rubber mouthpiece slipped from his lips, landing on the canvas in a pool of saliva and sweat.
