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Chapter 134: Cape Maclear – Lake Claim

Author: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 04:15:33

Cape Maclear was a surprise to him.

The crystal-clear waters of Lake Malawi stretched out like liquid sapphire under the African sun, the white sandy beaches fringed with baobab trees and gentle waves lapping at the shore. The private luxury lodge on the edge of the peninsula was a world of raw beauty — open-air villas, infinity pools merging with the lake, and the distant call of fish eagles carrying on the warm breeze.

Ethan Calder, 44, stood at the water’s edge in a fitted linen shirt, watch
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