Ayesha Farhat

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I breathed in the salt air, trying to still the racing of my heart. I felt the sea spray on my cheeks, blessed the rock and sway of the deck under my boots. The sea was mother to us all, fair and relentless and demanding and hard. We served her, or we died out here where there was only water and sky in equal measure.
Ship of Spells
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