'All afternoon the voices called, the two syllables of her name singing through the woods, down the steep garden, and across the sands to the sea.'On a hot July day, thirteen year old Lindsay Mathieson walked along the shore, past the rocks and out of sight. For ever. Thirty years later, a new...
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منذ يوم واحد
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