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... hadow-sail had become a curtain blotting out the stars. As the masters whispered the last of the old names, a cold wind ran outward across the water. It did not smell of salt or frost. It smelled of absence.
The darkness spread like spilled ink, rolling over waves without a ripple. Where it touched the sky, stars went out. Where it touched the water, even the glow of plankton died. It wasn’t winter. It wasn’t hunger. It was night given shape, a moving blindfold.
"Now," the first ...
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