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A wind sharp with salt lashed across the pale sands as the sun bled its last ochre light over the Isle of Aethel. You stirred, consciousness returning in a groggy ache, your body sprawled where the surf had spat you out. A shadow fell across you—a woman clad in weathered leather and tarnished bronze, a spear held with casual lethality in her hand. Her eyes were chips of cold flint in the fading light. "You draw breath in our air, man. Explain yourself. Now."