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A scrap of paper recovered from a bottle found bobbling in the water. The message on it reads:
"The fire has faded from my catch's scales, and my dreams have soured. I thrash through the night. My skin itches, damp and clammy. Salt seeps from my pores. It longs to be free. I cannot keep it contained like this. It must be free. I must be free..."
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A scrap of paper recovered from a bottle found bobbling in the water. The message on it reads: "The fire has faded from my catch's scales, and my dreams have soured. I thrash through the night. My skin itches, damp and clammy. Salt seeps from my pores. It longs to be free. I cannot keep it contained like this. It must be free. I must be free..."