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... muttered to herself while holding the guardrail.
In her golden pupils, the crystal clear skyline of the Broken Sea is reflected.
There are no thick dark clouds, no crazy storms, and no crows that come from nowhere.
The weather was sunny and windy, and it looked perfect for sailing.
And this is something that hasn’t happened in hundreds of years.
subconsciously clenched the guardrail with both hands, and her already pale fingers became even paler.< ...
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