I stood on the dock an inhaled deeply, it smelled of steam rather than ocean mist. A rather unsettling shift. I ran to the edge and peered through the fog. Out of the steam came a ship, sinking as it approached. On the deck was a beautiful woman. A princess of great fire, the Burning Princess. I knew her once, before she set sail, before the fire
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