Now, ten hours later, I couldn’t feel my limbs, and my thoughts were scattered. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Did we just get into the ocean? Or have I been here for hours? Everything was a jumble of pain, pebbles, blood, water, choking, and ramming against unmercifully jagged rocks. I trembled uncontrollably. We were both standing in the same ocean, but John’s skin burned hot compared to my icy skin. If I had any ability to do anything other than suffer, I might have deduced it was because I was so much smaller than the rest of the men. Half my width was a mirage created by my enchanted
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