They were lost and fearful little things once, many years ago when the lighthouses were still in use and our shores were safe. Their fragile bodies washed ashore and rotted away to a thousand tiny bones for centuries and we never thought anything of it, after all who knows how many fish were caught by the ebb and flow of the tides?
Now we know better. We know that there were survivors who lived to adulthood and found their way back to the shore once more to see where their kin had gone and found nothing but us.
They assumed the worst and we paid dearly for it.
Now we know better. We know that there were survivors who lived to adulthood and found their way back to the shore once more to see where their kin had gone and found nothing but us.
They assumed the worst and we paid dearly for it.
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