Herman Melville
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It's a windy day outside the Guild's headquarters. Herman is staring out at the ocean, reminiscing about the past.
He sighs and starts to smoke out of his pipe, his black coat is draped on his lap, closing his eyes as he thinks.
It's a windy day outside the Guild's headquarters. Herman is staring out at the ocean, reminiscing about the past.
He sighs and starts to smoke out of his pipe, his black coat is draped on his lap, closing his eyes as he thinks.