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... Gathered in the large central tent, Edmund, Voss, and Kieza were leaning over a rough map of the Isle of Claw, drawn with charcoal on stretched leather. The flickering torchlight cast shadows over their determined faces. The future of the archipelago depended on the decisions they would make there.
Edmund, with his almost black brown eyes fixed on the map, pointed to the protected bay to the south of the island.
— Here will be our main port. The natural cliffs around it make dire ...
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