Smruthi Suriyanarayanan

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He had dreamed of this, every time the storms raged at sea. Every time a sword was drawn against him. Every time life showed its frailty, its fickleness. He had dreamed of this, as he stood on the bow of the Ghost, facing death in a line of ships.
A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic, #3)
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