In the heart of the Ship Graveyard, Lee Gidan blinked slowly.
The blinding rage that had clouded his vision was gone, settled now into a cold, hard knot deep in his mind.
A faint breeze traced its way across his skin. Just enough tension remained in his body—a perfect, coiled readiness for what was to come.
From the puddles left by the departed tide, the sharp scent of brine lingered in the air.
The smell reminded him of a swimming pool. And
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