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The boy did not seem too perturbed by the presence of the ashen brute. The frown remained painted on his face as he listened to the reasoning behind why the child would linger in the grotto. If he had not known better, he would have almost thought this boy to belong to Caiaphas – not by birth, but by claim. Still, he was not sure if he was eager to have the young fellow in the caves.

Kierkegaard huffed a sigh and drew his gaze to the waters. “Not much,” he remarked in a grumbling tone. “You'd find more on the beach.” It was true – or so he imagined – that the grotto would not hold many secrets, but there were bound to be treasures hiding beneath the swell. If there were secrets to be found inside the caves, Kierkegaard felt as though they belonged rightfully to the dark-hooded woman who had first laid claim to them.