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It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. 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. But there were two places of punishment which merit some notice from their peculiarity. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead.
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