The morning sun that crested the horizon of the southern Aegean was unlike any light Camille had ever witnessed in Paris. It was pure, unfiltered Mediterranean gold—a dazzling, crystalline brilliance that illuminated the vast azure expanse of the sea until the water sparkled like millions of crushed diamonds. The towering volcanic cliffs of Isle Saint-Obsidian, washed clean by the torrential rains of the Medicane, gleamed like polished black obsidian against…
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