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A lone, weathered druid stood atop a windswept cliff, gazing out at a vast, rolling ocean churned emerald by a brewing storm. The air crackled with the tang of salt and the approaching tempest. Sunlight, momentarily breaking through the dark clouds, cast a fleeting golden glow upon the druid's worn leather ...