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The salty air whipped your hair around your face as you scanned the debris line. Half-buried in the sand, nestled amongst bleached seashells and tangled seaweed, lay a weathered green bottle. Curiosity tugged at you. You knelt down, brushing away the sand to reveal a worn cork stopper. As you uncorked the bottle with trembling hands, a thrill of anticipation shot through you. Inside, nestled amongst the folds of a salty scroll, lay a single, faded seashell.