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... that she hated crossing. It was filled with volatile winds, the waves that had no mercy for the weak, and one could only pray that the weather would be kind to them. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Daphne sat in her cabin, her fingers digging into the skirt of her dress as she peered out of the small porthole to look at the world beyond. There was nothing but endless tumultuous waves, a dark blue that was only lit up when a bolt of silver lightning would split the skies into two.
"Why did I agre ...
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