Flotsam Genesis

We escaped easily with scratches, starship sinking into blue ocean. Original aspirations gone, we swam trapped on an odd alien word. After Eeve and I salvage and tidy The Aeden’s flotsam, we have sex near a stone shore.

Cain is born later that year.

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