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[Oh. There's a hesitant pause. No matter how he approaches this, it's not going to sound good.]

In the Ark [ where he's never been before— briefly, his gaze flickers away, hands curling in his pockets, ]

I knew a song that could control it, right? It was a song the Fourteenth Noah knew.

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