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He could still remember their exchanged words as he stood on that balcony again, feeling the light breeze against his tanned, scarred skin. The conversation and events that happened as they stood there that night, it was all still clear in his head as if it were branded to his mind. He let out a...

Plop. A small droplet of water falls from the large mast of a sailing boat onto a sheet of paper laid on an oak desk which was stationed below the mast, a quill beside the paper. The paper was decorated with faint pinkish flowers in two corners, top left, and bottom right. The written words on...