He continues on, however, though he is only getting closer to the smell of dead fish, to the blood of the sea spilled upon docks and dinghies and salty pebbles. The brine seems to have collected into the fog, rendering his nostrils and eyes assaulted by tiny specks of salt.
I was uncertain. Things can happen, after all. Many strange things can happen.]
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He continues on, however, though he is only getting closer to the smell of dead fish, to the blood of the sea spilled upon docks and dinghies and salty pebbles. The brine seems to have collected into the fog, rendering his nostrils and eyes assaulted by tiny specks of salt.
I was uncertain. Things can happen, after all. Many strange things can happen.]