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The enormous shadow 1of a seabird slid across the waves and fell upon the Wayfinder. Storm, sitting in the stern of the ship, felt the hairs on the back of her neck stir.
She slipped her tablet and drawing stick into the leather pouch at her waist and waited for the threat to make itself known. Lake, captain of the Wayfinder, stood a few paces from her, bare feet gripping the deck, hand light on the tiller. He was humming under his breath, his thickset body swaying to the sea’s dance. It was obvious that her uncle hadn’t seen the Air spirit’s warning. She was used to that – the Albatross seldom appeared to others.
Storm was a witch: last year, when she had turned
thirteen, the Elemental spirits had given her power
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