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When all was said and done, that was why the kingdom broke and caravans sent thousands south and east, backs to the sea they loved and lived off of. It was stained now, blemished by the northwestern wind's kin and seemed to laugh at their leaving, slapping the water against the cliffs like it was all a big joke to them, these silly mortal dramas. Perhaps it was. Some were bitter enough about it to believe such things - the older ones, the ones who still would sit in silence and listen for the tittering of bodiless voices in the wind and water. The younger ones, the flexible ones who stayed, they rolled their eyes and picked up the abandoned spades and hammers and grumbled about the freshly endless work that was now their early inheritance. Everyone grumbled, and none were altogether satisfied, not even the man who had caused it all. None, save for the woman
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