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You stand on the shore, knees bent with your hands resting on your thighs, and try to catch your breath. It's taking a moment to acclimate yourself to being an upright human again.

As you catch your breath you nod in acknowledgment to the man approaching you, and half-heartedly wave back. Exhausted, you squat by your bundle, untie it, and begin wringing out your drenched clothes.

“An lema?” The man stands by your side, looking you up and down. He is dressed in simply, comfortable clothing—pastel blue and tauntingly dry. “Amin Laitaino. Iire lye auta?” He looks at you expectantly

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