The tide was wrong when the boat approached Blackwater.

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Isabella Crawford stood at the prow, her gloved hands gripping the wooden rail. The storm had been building for three days, ever since the letter arrived with its single sentence of instruction. Now the sky over the Hebrides was the colour of old bruise, and the sea between the mainland and Blackwater Isle rolled in heavy, dark swells that tasted of iron. The boatman said nothing. He never had....

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