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At the tip-top of the narrowest building on the narrowest island surrounded by an infinite sea, Serefina leaned on the windowsill in her room. The sun—in its last brilliant flush before dusk—bathed the room in a warm yellow light. Below, a ship docked in the distance. She wondered if her mother was on it. She’d left when Serefina was ten, to fulfill her wanderlust. Every few years her mother visited, but her absence made her father protective. He wanted Serefina to marry and start a family here, but like her mother; she yearned to explore the world.
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