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brother. island. brother — island.
heda knew, surely, yes? at least she understood there was some sort of connection between she and reverie and sweetharbor now, but she could not find a bare bit of strength to mention the island where her husband lay in a grave. "the sea, yes," strained, evasive.
"it's at least a week, i think. but i have john, and the — we can all travel," heda finished hoarsely, then tried to turn them to better things. "this is quite a pretty place. how long have you been settled here?"