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I, Thomas Gray, chronicler of this improbable quest, stood leaning against the ship’s rail, eyes fixed upon the island as if it were a living creature, breathing and waiting. Beside me, Captain Elias Harrow, his face weathered by years at sea, traced the horizon with a practiced eye. His hands, str…

I, Thomas Gray, chronicler of this improbable quest, stood leaning against the ship’s rail, eyes fixed upon the island as if it were a living creature, breathing and waiting. Beside me, Captain Elias Harrow, his face weathered by years at sea, traced the horizon with a practiced eye. His hands, strong and sure, gripped the rail as though the very strength of his will could compel the island to reveal its secrets.