Imagine gliding through fog-shrouded waters in a small boat, the only sound the splash of oars and the distant call of gulls. The wind whips across the narrow channel as you push toward a tiny, forested isle — rugged, unmarked, and utterly silent. In the dim light, the treetops part and you see concrete bunkers half-hidden among moss and lichen.
We dropped anchor at the only safe anchorage and stepped into a dense forest, the undergrowth thick and silent.
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