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The water lapped at my shoulders, my arms tiring. I looked up at them, unsure of what they were capable of.

I feel i’ve seen them before, but couldn’t be sure. They seemed familiar yet did not speak in a dialect I recognised as it seemed filled with malice.

The water is cooling, the sea is calm today.

 
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