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ess and relentless winds, crying seagulls, and rusting, battered structures similar to oil platforms—that it actually h ”He pulled out the rifle. Not that it’s hard to remember what Delbert wore on any given day. Linden Brooks the cabin boy, with his blaze of red hair and frenzied excitement at the sight of a new continent, might easily have been her twin brother.

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