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... sbreaker, his hand resting on the cold ironwood rail. Around him, the sea was glass — unnaturally still, as if the world held its breath. Gulls wheeled above but did not cry. Even the wind, ever his companion, was absent.
He closed his eyes and listened. Not with ears — with the deeper sense that came from being bound to the very pulse of the ocean.
There.
A ripple.
Not the rolling touch of a natural current, not the subtle shift of tide against moon. This was sha ...
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