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TCOTCE: Prologue - navessa allen
Late Summer, South Eastern Coast of the Kingdom of Selwhin Harian Eldiff rose that morning before the sun did, as was his custom. The bed beside him was empty, but when he stretched his hand through the sheets, he felt a lingering warmth that brought a smile to his weathered face. The muffled sounds of his wife puttering around the kitchen reached his ears as the last vestiges of sleep fell away. Joints creaking, he pushed off the threadbare blankets and stood from the bed. An orange glow shone through the crack at the bottom of the door, and he dressed by its soft light. His arthritic knuckles began to throb as he tied the drawstring of his linen shirt closed, and he knew from their aching that it would rain later, which meant today would be a long, painful day for him out on the open water. A heavy sigh slipped from his lips as he shuffled out of the bedroom. Once, the rain hadn’t bothered him so. Once, he’d been young and fool hardy. Once, he’d laughed into the face of the autumn storm clouds, taunting the sea god Ocanic with his blasphemy. But that was long ago, …