His name was Peter. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. Meet me. " Still the voice was without emotion; calm, colourless.
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