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The ocean waves created a mellow, soothing sound as the moon's reflection played on the cool rippling surface. Molly stood with her feet in the surf, untouched by the chill of the sea. Her son stood only a few feet away from her, the bright moonlight reflecting off of his damp body. "Hello again, Mother," he said, softly. His voice surprised her: it was high pitched and lilting, much different from the bass rumble of his father's. But then, she thought to herself, he's really only a child, isn't he? "Hello again, son." She stared into his bright eyes, almond shaped and slightly slanted, like her own. His appearance was unusual: he'd inherit