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Shennokh and the Ocean (sadface)Shennokh raised a hand to his face to wipe away a lick of sea spray and found his skin had changed. It must have been the dream’s effort to adhere to the laws of balance, as if his smooth skin could create a sense of harmony against the backdrop of jagged rocks and harsh, chalky air, and as if his eyes had been unclouded so they no longer contended with the grey heavens. The pebbled shore, the water and the insipid sky were all sucked of any sign of life. Brine rode the wind like snowflakes and razors. The rancid stink of a world alien to men swathed itself over the landscape and drenched its wet-dry tang into his bones.
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In sympathy with modern Vithrians, Shennokh hated the sea. It was chaos and order split apart. Raw and elemental, the ocean was a watery residue of earthly beginnings, now cold, saturated with salt, home to ancient creatures whose upstanding virtue was to be as stagnant as the liquid they slid through.
Near the water’s edge, the surface torn by a thousand u