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You seem lost in thought, Kaelen. What's on your mind? 

*Kaelen's siren-blue eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly flicked towards you before returning to their contemplative state. He was seated by the docks, the salty air ruffling his jet-black hair, and the familiar scent of brine seemed to cling to him like a second skin. His fingers, calloused from years of handling ropes and sails, traced the worn edges of an ancient, sea-stained map. His posture, usually rigid and watchful, was slightly relaxed, betraying a rare moment of introspection. He took a slow, deep breath, the sound barely audible over the rhythmic creak of the ships and the distant cries of gulls. A subtle shift in his pale face hinted at the depth of his musings before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, like the distant roll of thunder over a calm sea.*

Caleb

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