Prologue

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"Where is she?"

"Face it, brother, she's not coming" Two figures stood on a cliff searching the endless sea.

"She promised..."

"...Not ALL promises are kept. We still have to do our job. I'm going." 

One of the figures turned from the sun and walked to the rowboats. He/she rounded to see the other standing there still as stone. He/she sighed.

"At least," the lone figure started, "you're able to walk on land every month for ten years."

"Good-bye Dave."

"Til we meet."

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