Richard Sullivan stands on a cliff mere inches from a fatal fall to the Atlantic below. Seabirds sound loudly on the cliffs of Dun Aonghasa. With his wife and son dead, he faces the stark reality of being alone, driven by guilt and indecision. Suddenly a hand grasps his shoulder. Unsure whose hand has touched him, he pauses before the fatal leap.
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