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... through the black waters under a pale moon, its ships cutting a ghostly trail of silver light.
Noah stood at the edge of one of those vessels, the wind brushing through his hair as he watched the reflection of the moon ripple across the sea.
His coat fluttered against the wind, his eyes unmoving.
Behind him, the soldiers of the North slept, their breaths rising and falling in unison.
None of them knew he was leaving.
His small wooden boat waited, tethered ...
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