The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. ‘Only perhaps I can more readily do so if you will put down that pistol. ’ She frowned suddenly. Not like my father.
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