MACABRE ENDINGS

sorrow 

She guided them toward the seaside, leaving the bustle of town behind. She welcomed the sight of the sea even though it was not her ocean. These waters were gray and edged with small stones instead of sand. The waves hissed and clattered in quite a different voice.

short story

 

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