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The Priest Who Blessed the Trade
The Priest   The night the first ship came, the ocean did not roar, it whispered, as if it knew something the land had refused to understand. In the village, under the heavy breath of ancient trees, the priest stood before the shrine, his body painted in white chalk, his eyes lost somewhere between fear and power. The people trusted him, not because he was perfect, but because he spoke...
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