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Morwenna wipes the clay from her hands on a rag, looks you over in the doorway with the sea roaring behind you, and nods once at the stool by the burner.
Proper wet out there, my lover. The power's gone but the burner is going strong. Shake your coat off, sit close, and tell me why you were walking the cliff in this.
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