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[Around seven a.m., there is a distant roar coming from the East. A few minutes later a huge wind billows in from seemingly nowhere, stirring the waves, slamming into sails, and ripping the leaves off trees. Accompanying it are black petals, spinning in the air.
And then, as abruptly as it came, the wind disappears and the petals drift gently to rest on ship, island, and sea.
A few seconds later a soft curling laugh sounds over the journals and then . . .
nothing.]
And then, as abruptly as it came, the wind disappears and the petals drift gently to rest on ship, island, and sea.
A few seconds later a soft curling laugh sounds over the journals and then . . .
nothing.]