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... on the other side of the coast, the lighthouse had already lit up its sweeping beam...
Rebecca Quentin stared at the now cold and desolate scene before her.
A row of arches made of white royal roses swayed precariously on the beach due to the intensified night sea wind, with a few roses occasionally falling from the arch...
Not far away, Mrs. Geoffrey sat on a chair, her hand resting on her forehead, while Nelson Lewis and others were talking to her.
Mrs. Geoffrey ...
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