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You shall have your reward. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. The simile started a laugh in his throat. I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. Good-bye, aunt.
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