Though she can’t remember the particulars of how this pursuit began or how she got to the island, she knows it is linked to where she was going next — but where was that again? She has no idea. All she remembers is waking up, at the edge of the ocean, and in this strange place — devoid of the people, places, and things she has known. The monster steps forward from the brush and the girl feels her terror lurch. She closes her eyes and braces for impact — is this the ending or the beginning?
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The girl did not go to the water’s edge, but stood a good distance back. Patiently. Quietly. Waiting. For what? She was unclear, however, she knew that something was coming. A distant thumping told her that the monster wasn’t far off, but it felt safe enough for her to relax. For a moment.
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