Bari Netrhová

Bari Netrhová

Bari Netrhová
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"I have to go!" She cried. "They need me." "But so do I!" the boy screamed. "Farewell, brother," the girl whispered. She let go of his hand and fell into the raging sea.

The water was icy cold, biting at her already chapped skin, and she could hardly make her fingers release their death hold on the rock. Yet time was of the essence; nothing but the tide could carry her away from this place and the tide waits for no man.