The Seed of Civilizations
The island had no name on any map the government cared to acknowledge. It sat three miles off the western coast of Ireland, a ragged tooth of rock jutting from the Atlantic like a challenge. On it lived forty-seven souls, most of them fishermen whose families had fished these waters since the famine had driven them here, or driven them from nowhere into this desperate place. The sea was their...
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