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Vio paces while he flips through the pages of the book, pausing every few seconds to rub his fingers against the odd texture of the pages.
“If I’m reading this correctly,” he says in the direction of the merman in the tank, “your name means something about the shadows beneath cove walls?”
The merman in question shrugs, water dripping down his shoulders as he thinks, then nods. “That sounds about right. Too bad the translation magic doesn’t work both ways.”
“I can pronounce the word shadow. I’ll call you that.”