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... ght before—like a sunrise carrying the spirit of a sunset. The light was pale, weak, and it cast long shadows over the deck, making the air itself feel heavy.
Under that dim glow, hundreds of figures stirred. Most stood solemn, not a word spoken, letting the waves play their rhythmic tune and enduring the raw cries of the grieving daughter. The ship itself seemed quieter than usual—no chatter, no footsteps rushing about, just the groaning of the timbers and the creak of the sails.
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