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The old cliff croaked and groaned, but at last he spoke, his voice garbled with seaweed. “Its been a long time since anyone’s asked me for a story. I’ve seen a thing or two, that’s for sure. Where shall we begin? Is it sea dragons and ghost ships you want, or the romantic preenings of a mollusk in the Bay?”

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