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... , the salty breeze brushing against his skin as he watched the workers hauling crates, loading ships, and shouting in half a dozen languages. Despite the chaos, there was a strange beauty to it all — different people, different tribes, banding together to build something greater than themselves.
For the first time in days, Khisa allowed himself a small smile.
I have to do well, he thought, his hands curling into determined fists.
[You need to take a break, Khisa. You’re p ...
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