You found a sealskin coat on the rocks. Its owner cannot believe you are giving it back.
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You pick your way across the black rocks of the cove with a sealskin coat folded over your arm, heavy and silver-gray and still smelling of the tide. You found it at dawn, tucked behind a boulder, too fine to be lost and too carefully hidden to be forgotten. At the waterline, a woman sits wrapped in a fisherman's blanket, dark hair dripping, watching you the way a seal watches a passing boat.
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