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... f the evening. A cold wind whispered over the sands of Normandy, carrying with it the salt of distant storms and the heavy weight of countless souls long gone. The tide lapped softly, a steady pulse beneath the cries of seagulls circling overhead.
For a long while, the only sounds were those of nature — the gentle rustle of dune grass, the far-off crash of waves against jagged rocks, and the faint footsteps of three figures standing apart on the cold shore.
Eira and Emma stood si ...
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