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the quiet harbor
The tide had already taken the names from the stones when she returned to
the old port Saint-Malo. Twelve years, and the quay still smelled of
wet rope and diesel. She stood with the notebook that had survived three winters
and a kitchen one fire, and waited for the water to tell her what it remembered.
VOSS THE QUIET HARBOR 1
Chapter One
The Last Light
The tide had already taken the names from the stones when she returned to Saint-Malo. Twelve years, and the quay still smelled of wet rope and diesel. She stood with the notebook that had survived three winters and one fire, and waited for the water to tell her what it remembered.