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... to a narrow stretch of coastal grassland, where the earth sloped toward the distant sound of waves.
The scent of salt hung in the air, sharp and clean, carried inland by a steady breeze that tugged lightly at my hair as I stepped out from beneath the shadow of the pines.
Catherine was already there.
She stood near the center of the clearing, her posture relaxed—one hand resting loosely at her side, the other holding a slim phone.
From a distance, she might have b ...
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