An eerie, suffocating silence descended upon the White Straits in the final hours before dawn. A dense, freezing sea fog rolled in from the open ocean, creeping across the dark water like a living white serpent. Within minutes, the thick maritime mist had swallowed the jagged outlines of the Devil's Teeth reefs, rising up the sheer eight-hundred-foot chalk cliffs and muffling the sound of the crashing waves into a dull,…
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