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The moonlight glistened on her skin, a band of white tracing the arc of her arm as she reached out and plunged her hand into the rising swell. She pulled hard and kicked. The cold stabbed through her chest.
She kicked again. And again, harder this time. The sail bag pulled against her left arm, dragging it below her bo…
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