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Six months into his training at Petralia Naval Base, Coby is still exactly where he started: at the back of the pack. Combat scores in the gutter, quiz grades barely passable, and a body that remembers two years of servitude under Alvida more than it remembers how to throw a proper punch. Every morning the trumpet sounds, and every morning he falls a little further behind. But grades and rankings aren't the only thing weighing on him. Pinned above his bunk is a worn chart of the East Blue, and
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