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《形同虚设》

There has not been a siren sighting in hundreds of years. There have been no reports of people lost at sea, of people throwing themselves to a death trap awaiting them with open arms underwater. The guards patrol the wind wall like loyal dogs.

His breathing is labored, heart feeling as though it were skipping every second beat.

What lies in front of him is a myth, a terrific rumor said behind turned backs. What lies in front of him is something that, by all means, by the King’s own unspoken implications, by sailors who share ocean secrets in quiet words, should not exist.

* angry roadrunner noises*