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sabra-la-au.insanejournal.comWho: IT IS A MYSTERY
Where: Somewhere in the port of Delphinus
When: Year 194, late summer, midnight
What:
[A young woman sits out on a long, lonely dock, her long hair billowing about her as she runs an idle hand through it. The tide is low, so her bare feet just barely skim the surface of the water, sending ripples outward. Her eyes are fixed on the scenery before her--the ocean still and inky black, the lights of the port city reflected across it. A lighthouse beacon shines in the distance.
The stars glimmer overhead, just as vivid.]
Where: Somewhere in the port of Delphinus
When: Year 194, late summer, midnight
What:
[A young woman sits out on a long, lonely dock, her long hair billowing about her as she runs an idle hand through it. The tide is low, so her bare feet just barely skim the surface of the water, sending ripples outward. Her eyes are fixed on the scenery before her--the ocean still and inky black, the lights of the port city reflected across it. A lighthouse beacon shines in the distance.
The stars glimmer overhead, just as vivid.]
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