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I pull back and the roar of the oceans subsides. As the light of the ruin fades, I find an ancient key, perfect despite its age.
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I went down to the beach today. There's something about the sea at this time of year. It draws you in, distorts your sense of time. Salty frost on stubby grass, the sand blowing off the tops of the dunes. No-one else for miles.
People love the sound of waves, but it takes grey skies and high winds to really feel it, to understand their never-ending crash, the drum they beat upon the land. It makes me shiver.
I pull back and the roar of the oceans subsides. As the light of the ruin fades, I find an ancient key, perfect despite its age.
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