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... t. The wind carried the salt of the ocean, spreading it across his skin as a constant reminder of where he was—lost, far from his wives, far from what he called home. His hand firmly gripped the hilt of his sword, Zani, as the sun dipped below the horizon, tinting the sky orange and red.
He sighed, staring at the endless blue before him.
"You’ve been very quiet, Zani..." he murmured, his voice low and weary, as if speaking to himself.
Then, the air around the blade shimme ...
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