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The air was changing. The captain raised his lamp to better see ahead of him. Mist poured over the prow and glazed his skin and mouth. Salt.

The light stirred, flickering for but a moment before changing hue. No longer was the glow from the crystal a warm welcome, but a cold, foreboding gray.

A storm was coming.

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