Abi Dunklin

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I stumble at the sight of the latter, heart wrenching. The peaks of waves glitter. Sparkle. I can smell the salt. A series of massive white stone monoliths jutting from the blue, perhaps a mile from the shore, mars the view. But otherwise, it’s all light and clean colours and open horizons down there. I haven’t seen the sea in almost two years.
The Will of the Many (Hierarchy, #1)
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