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... softly as Beauty and Sarah stood on the great bridge, gazing at the surging river below.
The occasional blast of a ship’s horn punctuated the air, while vessels of all sizes dotted the water, their searchlights twinkling like countless stars scattered across the river’s surface, illuminating the night in a sea of lights.
The gentle wind played with Sarah’s ink-black tresses.
She absently swept the long strands behind her ear, her face an unreadable mask.
The silen ...
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