There was a silhouette of a man standing on the cliffs looking out to sea. It was cold, and still, as the early morning light started to reveal the world.
A sailing ship was moored in the bay and a small rowboat was about halfway to shore.
The man started along the cliff-top path towards the handful of lights around the harbour. He scowled as he walked briskly in the half-light.
The atmosphere in the village was subdued, the day barely started, a light har lingering around the water’s edge. A few people could be heard drinking coffee and having…
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