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The Return of the Stone

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The Return of the Stone

De: Fabienne Paquin
Narrado por: Virtual Voice
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 Somewhere between the tides of memory and the pull of destiny, a stone waited.
Rochelle stood barefoot in the RV park in Cedar Key, Florida, the warm Gulf breeze tangling her blond hair. In her palm, she cradled the Normandy stone — smooth and oval, worn by centuries of sea and salt. It brought her from Normandy to Florida….That was the truth…Maybe pulled them into extraordinary adventures…
Now it's here, warm and glowing.
John watched her from the steps of their motorhome, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and Writer at his feet. The dog’s eyes, amber and wise, never left Rochelle’s silhouette.
She didn’t speak. Not yet. The wind seemed to hush in her presence as if nature itself paused to listen.
"Does it still call to you?" John asked.
She turned, her eyes glassy with memory. "It always does. Normandy never forgot me." Writer gave a small bark, then something more profound — a pulse of emotion in John’s mind. Something’s different today.
John set his mug down. "What is it?"
Rochelle looked down at the stone. The grooves in it suddenly felt warmer, pulsing with a rhythm almost like a heartbeat. And then—
A whisper. Barely audible. Come home.
The world tilted.
Wind roared. Light exploded. Sand turned to cobblestone. Salt air gave way to the cool, damp scent of stone, soil, and sea.
The motorhome jolted, wheels thudding onto unfamiliar ground. Birds scattered overhead. A narrow street stretched out before them — old, quiet, lined with shuttered houses of cream-colored stone.
Rochelle gasped.
They were no longer in Florida. They were in Villers-sur-Mer. Normandy. Her home.
Writer barked once, sharp and confident.
John stared at the landscape in stunned silence, then at the stone still glowing faintly in Rochelle’s trembling hand.
"What the hell just happened?" he whispered.
Rochelle’s smile was full of wonder; I believe we are in. "France," she said. We are in Normandie, I am sure…"Welcome"

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