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The world reassembled his vision first, leaving Felix standing with a single hand outstretched, still clasped around a fading ebon-gold thread. Beef was in the same position as before, mouth still finishing his earlier words.
"A vision," Felix explained as the thread vanished entirely. He rubbed his fingers together as the sounds of the sea returned to him, along with the creaking of ropes and sails.
Beef's mouth hung open. "A vision? Like a prophet?"
"No, not lik ...
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