The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some — Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
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The story was told, generation by generation, in song and in story, until time misted it into myth and legend. But some believed, as legends brought comfort.

— Nora Roberts, Bay of Sighs
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