Alucio and Pol Put Beto in the Hands of The Sea People

Alucio stood at the waterline looking out over the tide as it slowly drew out. He felt its pull even with his eyes closed. The surface of the dark water was otherwise still. Tiny waves lapped the toes of his big black boots and then retreated. Spread around him on the sand was the destruction of the city that had stood here a thousand years ago, before La Mar had broken its walls and tamed the Red People . . .

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