Rashid led the way.
“This is really nice of you,” said Wander.
He shrugged. “A walk sounds far better than the alternative,” he replied. “I knew that group would party too much. I’m in no hurry to clean up the bathroom.”
They walked along the sand. The morning tide teased their bare toes. Ahead, a promontory rose from the beach, tall and rocky, but the rock was pale, not at all like the blackened rock in the painting. Soon they were walking up a narrow path, from the back of the promontory. For much of the walk, Wander could only hear the sea, not see it.
“There used to be a hill on top of this,” said Rashid. “With a cave inside. But many thousands of years ago, the hill exploded and was no more.”
“No one knows,” said Rashid. “There is no explanation here that anyone has ever found. But there are stories. Myths and legends. My favorite is one about an ancient hero and a villain whose pain would have brought about the end of all things.”
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