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| Tate began her nightly patrol in the attic above the shop. From there, she could see the farm in the distance. Then she saw Pierre, who had paused for a moment on the small bridge. The restaurants in the old port were preparing to serve dinner, and their lights were reflected in the river. Two ducks flew by overhead, quacking as they made their way across the pink sky. |
Penelope Schenk