He shakes his head a bit and wrestles with his words. "No...it was never meant to do anything...it was ceremonial. It was meant to ease your heart and mind, but no magic I have -here or at home- is enough to fix the feeling you carry now. That's not how it works. That is the harsh truth."
And not the only one. He gestures to a tall, jutting, rock that stands like a tower from the sand. At their angle, it makes it look taller than the lighthouse further down the beach, but Chris knows it as the half-way point between his tide pools and the lighthouse. It was about as close of a marker as they were going to find since he'd retreated there to make his call to Wolfe after her murder.
"We're here. Close enough, anyway. Tell me...why'd you come down to the beach? And why'd you call me by the wrong name if, as you claim, it was purposeful?"
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And not the only one. He gestures to a tall, jutting, rock that stands like a tower from the sand. At their angle, it makes it look taller than the lighthouse further down the beach, but Chris knows it as the half-way point between his tide pools and the lighthouse. It was about as close of a marker as they were going to find since he'd retreated there to make his call to Wolfe after her murder.
"We're here. Close enough, anyway. Tell me...why'd you come down to the beach? And why'd you call me by the wrong name if, as you claim, it was purposeful?"