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9th June, M. E. 2021
On a distant pier out in the open ocean, the water’s surface was almost pitch black in the early morning, Noctis stood in front of a post box, a heavy throbbing through his temples, the cold morning breeze nipping at his cheeks doing nothing to assuage the hangover he sported from the night prior.
What am I doing?
On the horizon, the rising sun’s first few rays began to spill across the dark ocean.
With a deep breath, Noctis pulled back the handle of the post box, and dropped three envelopes inside.
