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Suzanne Palmer Thomas stood at the top of the weedy stone path that led down the gently sloping hill to where a ramshackle cottage sat sprawled out against the backdrop of a hostile, unforgiving sea. The lingering gray of the morning’s storm had not yet fully let go its grip on the land, and though there was a low cliff and long stretch of rocky beach between the cottage and the relentless waves, still, it was hard to make himself walk toward them. He was clenching and unclenching his hands in nervous motion as he finally worked up the nerve