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Anyone could throw a drowning man a line. Finding someone who would catch hold of you before you fell overboard in the first place was harder, if not impossible.
The curve of the word was soft and gentle, like those hills the sun had fallen behind.
This one small stone had tipped the balance of Isolde’s life until she was tumbling into mine.
