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You stand on the husks of a once vibrant dock.

Looking out you see the vessels you have been waiting for inexorably treading towards you bearing a cargo as dark as the obsidian mirror of an ocean before you. You feel the mark on your body chill as if a wind pierced your body and pulled you ever towards your destination. The chill lessens as others sharing your mark fall in near you, a shared burden the only relief as you steel yourself to leave this dying world to find the answers you seek on the dead island of Melanat.

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