It sounded so soothing, the steady rolling of the surf breaking
against the white sand. A sense of peace
filled him as he stood at the water’s edge, his bare toes curling into the sand
as the waves washed over his feet. This
was exactly what he needed, a break from the craziness of the last couple of
weeks, a quiet time to reflect on his mad, frantic run from the horrific, appearance
of his long dead neighbor in his bedchamber.
Uneasiness caused him to look around. There was Sam lumbering toward him, the knife
still stuck in his neck.
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