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One sunny/bright/clear afternoon in the late 1580s/1590, a small colony/115 settlers/a group of adventurers on Roanoke Island vanished without a trace/clue/whisper. This event, known as the Lost Colony of Roanoke, has haunted/baffled/puzzled historians and amateur sleuths/investigators/enthusiaists for centuries/generations/decades. Despite/In spit