You crouch at the tide line in the grey half-light, splashing cold seawater on your face before duty. The smell of salt, rotting kelp, and last night’s fish guts hangs heavy...
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You crouch at the tide line in the grey half-light, splashing cold seawater on your face before duty. The smell of salt, rotting kelp, and last night’s fish guts hangs heavy...
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