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Laure took his hand. “Then let’s be afraid together. On land.”

“I can swim now,” she said.

That night, she stole one of her father’s unfinished boats—a shallow-hulled punt meant for calm waters. She rowed into a sea that wanted to kill her. The wind spoke in tongues. The waves rose like gray cathedrals. But Laure did not sink. The liquid memory inside her veins hummed like a tuning fork, aligning her with the current. laure vince banderos