The sea had been calm since dawn. Κάλλιας stood at the rail of the ship, his hands pressing the wood, his eyes watching the island drawing near. The prow cut the water like a blade. Seaspray salted his beard. "μὰ τὸν Ἀπόλλωνα! By the Apollo!" someone whispered behind him...
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