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... Varenya’s collapsed gantry cranes, making the rusted metal groan like dying beasts.
Arthur Osborn stood at the edge of Dock 17, his custom-made shoes crunching on decades of accumulated corrosion flakes as he studied the graveyard of sunken freighters visible just beneath the oil-slicked waves.
"Goodness," Ethan muttered beside him, wrinkling his nose at the stench of rotting seaweed and diesel. "Smells like a refinery hooked up with a landfill."
Arthur didn’t flinch. "Y ...
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