Stan stopped the little procession at the observation point. From here the sea could be seen stretching to the horizon, but it was the cliffs that caught his attention.
A few faces of rock stared with menace at the sea, the Guardians. He set off towards those faces, towards the cliffs, without saying a word.
Most would stay at the observation point. Only two guards followed, two guards and her.
Her presence, a warm welcoming feel, like a fire on a cold night, made Stan frown as he picked his way through the flowers across the steep, path.
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