Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

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The way he flinched at her voice, you might've thought she had caught him red-handed. Somehow, he had not noticed her approach. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes avoiding her face out of embarrassment. Sandy soil was smeared along the side of his jaw he had pressed against the ground.

Yes, he said, as if unlodging something from his throat.

Then, finally lifting his gaze, something softened in his guarded expression. She was young like the redhead that had driven him from the beach, though with an entirely different demeanor. He found it funny that two groups that lived on the same shore, close enough to see each other easily with the naked eye, should be so different.

You are of Sweetharbor?