The waves hit the shore with tremendous force and struck rock so hard the cliffs threatened to topple over.
The shore was alive with the sea, joined by the seabirds making the sounds that came naturally to them. Every blade of grass was moving in the wind and it howled as if it were a little girl who had just grazed her knee and been told she couldn’t have a lollipop. It sounded like a haunted house’s ghost, poorly constructed with every element of the voice perfected to impossibility.
In the distance, the village clock struck midnight but the chimes were only vaguely made out. A person in...
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