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... nd a mental willingness to endure it." }
FRERY’S
The cold had gnawed at my bones. Each wave had slammed against the jagged rocks, sending salt spray into my face like tiny needles. My fingers were numb, barely gripping the slick stone as I pulled myself out of the churning water. I turned back, scanning the black waves.
"Dante!" I called, my voice barely carrying over the wind.
A moment later, he emerged from the sea, gasping. His dark hair clung to his f ...
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