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... of salt and seaweed. Normandy’s beaches stretched out in both directions, pale sand glimmering under the fading evening light. The tide was on its way in, rolling in gentle swells that hissed and foamed against the shore.
Eira stepped off the wooden walkway and onto the sand, her boots sinking slightly. Emma kept pace beside her, her cloak pulled tight against the breeze. Both women scanned the beach, their eyes sharp.
There — a figure stood not far from the waterline, her long d ...
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