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His eyes were the same deep blue as the Adriatic on a clear summer day. His voice was a mere rasp, barely audible over the crashing waves, but the words were unmistakable.

Elena didn't hesitate. she grabbed her heaviest quilts and followed him into the gale. On the shore, through the curtain of rain, she saw the silhouette of a man being pulled from the surf. He was gaunt, his hair matted with salt and blood, but as she draped the blanket over him, he looked up. Ne skrbi Draga

"," Marko said, a weak smile breaking through his exhaustion. "I told you I’d be back." His eyes were the same deep blue as