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It's been eleven and a half years. Cora is a memory of a memory in Law's heart by now, the only proof of his existence the smile on Law's chest and back and ship and crew. Law had no pictures, no mementos, nothing he could hold outside of himself as a remnant of another person. And the trouble with memory is that it slips between your fingers like sand. It's been five years since Law knew for sure what Cora's voice sounded like.
"Mayday, mayday, mayday," the voice chants, and even though Law couldn't remember until now, he knows. That's Cora's voice. That's what Cora sounded like.
The Sancho Panza is sinking, and the Polar Tang must race twenty-two miles in two hours to save fourteen children and a voice from beyond the grave.
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14 Sep 2026