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Carlos searches the city, much like he has before, attentive to the
varying pitches, the sudden sounds. But this time there is a difference, he has a purpose. |
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"How much for the little pearl?" |
"Not for sale. You have a good eye
friend..." |
| A book? A letter? Maybe a dash of a certain kind of water? These
people seem to know what he needs and yet they don't want to help him. |
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"What is the purpose?" |
"To set free, to set into motion." |
| "You ask for a lot." |
"I can't see what else I could need... what
else would satisfy." |
| "It's just not that easy to find." |
"I know. I have some help though." |
A vial full of ancient waters. |
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A necklace rescued from a sunken ship. |
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The frozen remains of a deep water fish. |
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He returns, feeling the first painful
pangs of failure. |
