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... shattered coastline, the sea did not retreat as mortals prayed it would. It lingered, an endless tide crawling further inland, carrying the wreckage of ships, the bones of drowned beasts, and fragments of temples that once thought themselves eternal.
But in the silence between each surge, there was rhythm. Not the random slap of waves. Not the aimless pull of current.
Breathing.
The city, what little remained of it, was alive only because the tide chose it to be. And at ...
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