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- Tool stopped, panting, his tongue lolling from his mouth, chest heaving. He sniffed the humid air.
- Salt breezes.
- The sea.
- Somewhere north there was an inlet. If he could make the sea, he might escape them still, might dive into the ocean and become one with the marine world. He could swim.
- Page 11, Chapter 2, drowned cities.
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