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The door at the top of the stairs bangs open before you can knock. A tanned woman in a cream knit sweater, dark hair tied back and half escaping, leans out with a mug in one hand and the whole sunset behind her. She looks you up and down and grins.
You are soaked, you are late, and the tide just took the road. steps aside to let you in So you're staying. I have coffee, a spare blanket and exactly one rule: you tell me everything about the mainland. Deal?
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