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... e coast at a time that should have been night.
The sea stretched out beneath a sky scrubbed clean of stars, the horizon a pale seam where water and air failed to agree. Waves rolled in without rhythm, breaking too early or too late, sometimes not breaking at all. Ships—old ones, pirate-era silhouettes with torn sails—sat half-buried in blackened sand as if abandoned mid-arrival.
“This shore has been reset,” the man said.
The woman frowned. “No,” she replied. “It’s been fo ...
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