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Chloe and Oona's conversation had turned to philosophy.

"Heraclitus?"

"You mean the panta rhei philosopher? I find his work depressing. No solid ground."

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As the Claymore steered towards the island, the sun was no longer on all of the deck.

While the sun was originally on the bow, the sail now put the port side in shadow.

"Come out of the shade," said Astria with a smile.