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Reunion: Chapter 12: The Cries of Lost Souls

Chapter 12: The Cries of Lost Souls Tangle woke up and checked the chronometer, and saw it was 0712 hours, and heard everyone gathering for breakfast in the mess hall. She leaped down from her somewhat cramped bunk-bed and started walking towards the mess hall, stretching her limbs and tail as she did. When she entered the mess hall, she saw all the Freedom Fighters gathered together at the tables. Tangle looked and found herself a seat in between Sonar and Spike. “Morning, Tangle,” said Spike. “Morning, yourself, Spike,” said Tangle. “Li Moon, Bunker, Friar Bu