Ed walked over a small rise and was surprised to find himself at the water’s edge. Wasn’t he walking through the moors far from the seaside? Yes, far, far away. Where was he? He turned around, but heavy fog covered the land.
A sound filled the air. There was the soft churning of the waves, but something else. He imagined the sound from the ocean as a carrier wave for a more complex noise.
Ed turned and walked down towards the point of land in front of him, drawn by the sound, which was resolving itself into an unearthly music.
The land went out to a point in the water. Waves came in from two directions, meeting in a line off of the point.
Ed stood on the last rock and watched the waves, mesmerized by their movement. He looked off into the distance, following the arrow created where the waves met. An arrow pointing far away.
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