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Sage led the way out into the warm sunlight of the early afternoon. Tourists migrated to and from the beach in waves of countless swimsuit fashions and towels of varying degrees of dampness. We walked the boardwalk and watched families frolic and people swim in the warm waters of the bay.
The water reminded me of that strange vision I had when Tanda had tossed me into the waters with a well-aimed stone. The darkness hadn’t frightened me, but I didn’t have to wonder how everyone else would react if they knew what lurked beneath the waters.
“The caves should be somewhere beneath the cliffs,” Sage mused as we walked down one of the various stone steps that led onto the beach.
The westward arm-shaped bit of land that protected the bay was some mile away. Between us and those craggy
