A single glass bottle lay half-buried in the golden sands of Takamaka beach, its label weathered by the sun, salt, and waves. For most passersby, it was nothing more than litter, another piece of trash to ignore. But for Mrs. Dörte Stuebs and Mr. Hor...
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