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... eparted from the port.
The weather today was poor, the sky a gray haze, drizzling lightly.
A group of uniformed, masked individuals stood at the port holding black umbrellas, watching the ship leave.
The silver masks looked particularly eerie against the black umbrellas.
Someone murmured softly, "Zero, are we just going to let them leave like this?"
The person at the front pressed their lips, said nothing in complaint, but their gaze carried a certain dept ...
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