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Nowadays, when Dante sits out the Ondine’s deck, while dawn clings to the world around them for a few precious minutes, there is no joy in his demeanor and no love for the world. Talk among the crew regulates that the seas have broken the boy’s spirit. But the boy, who is no longer a boy now, watches the dim horizon in a way that reminds Horseshoe Crab of soldiers. Of people who have seen things that not even their wildest nightmares could have prepared them for.
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