Landfall always took some adjustment, but this time it was something entirely different from acclimation: it was change.
The best navigators could understand the songs of the celestial physeteridae, and unravel the many threads of their chorus. It required a very specific talent to turn arias to maps, and notes to destinations.
It became increasingly unclear, over time, whether he was wielding the weapon or it was wielding him.
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