In the Breton countryside, a reputation travels like the ocean mist itself. It moves slowly at first, then all at once, seeping into every story told by the fire, clinging to the ancient stones and the salt-sprayed wood of the villages. And nowhere is this more vivid than in the legend of the Groac'h, a figure from folklore who seems to belong to the shifting coastline itself. She is not a simp...
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