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Chapter OneWhen her Father, Gerlof, rang one Monday evening in October, for the first time in almost a year, he made Julia think of bones, washed up onto a stony shore.Bones, white as mother-of-pearl, polished by the waves, almost luminous among the gray pebbles at the water’s edge.Fragments of bone.Julia didn’t know if they were actually there on the shore, but she had waited to see them for over twenty years.Earlier that same day, Julia had ha…