In a forgotten harbor, an anchor lay moldering in the salt-slick mud, its once-proud heft now a ghost of rust. Seagulls circled overhead, cawing tales of shipwrecks and lost sailors, their cries mingling with the whispers of the tide. Beneath the surface, the sunken dreams of mariners stirred, yearning for the day when they could rise again, free from their grim embrace.
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