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... through the jagged rocks, echoing eerily in the air like the wailing of ghosts.
The continuous sound of the tides, for the island villagers who have lived by the sea since childhood, has long become a kind of white noise instinctively filtered out of their minds.
But at this moment, those seemingly endless splashing sounds of the water breaking were so noisy and piercing, it was aggravating.
Steven, the head of Qiao Yan Village, stood at the very front of the group.
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