They boiled the seawater and separated the salt. Then they used the salt to build a staircase leading up away from the beach.
“But this isn’t permanent,” some said. “We’ll have to do it again.”
In the silence, the water lapped at the shore. A knot popped in a burning log. A gull circled above the group, crying out.
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