Every step down the center aisle of Plymouth Church felt to Ava like walking through a sacred tapestry of time. Beside her, Arthur walked with his wooden cane in his left hand, his right arm supporting his daughter. The old captain's blue eyes were bright with tears of profound vindication and love, his chest swelling with pride as the congregation stood in reverent honor. Ava looked around at the faces…
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