They sailed under a sickle moon, oars muffled in leather, lanterns doused. The Shattered Teeth were a maze of volcanic spires and submerged fangs—perfect for an ambush, but also for a hidden mine. For three days, they loaded raw crystal: blue as glacial ice, humming with a faint, imprisoned light. The crew grew giddy. Elias grew wary.
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