For generations the fisherfolk of Galway had heard the ancient tale, how one day an island city which sank off Connemara would rise again from the sea.
Last week a brutal storm churned the Atlantic, and on Connemara's beach the fisherfolk, whipped like so many witless ducks by rain and spray, stood staring out to sea. For there in the darkness, where no land had been before, blinked the thousand lights of the city itself. Young folks squealed with the delight of it, but the old ones crossed themselves and breathed a prayer....
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