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Fahy Warren
attempting to put a man ashore, sir. ”“ Which man, Mister Eaton?” Three hundred yards off the island’s sheer wall, H. M. S. Watching from the decks in silence, some of the men were praying as a boat approached the cliff Lit pale orange by the setting sun, the palisade was bisected by a blueshadowed

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