Z opowiadania Seaside (Tanya Collins)

A woman in a paisley suit walked me up a flight of pristine peach stairs with clean, white walls and showed me my room. I saw a wooden four-poster bed covered with lace throw pillows. There was a welcoming fireplace and a patio with the same view of the water I’d been following for miles.

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