The morning felt safe. Then the ocean spat something back. One moment it was just sky, sand, and gentle waves — the next, my dog locked in place, refusing to go forward. His whole body trembled. I followed his stare and saw it: long, twisted, wrong. The mouth, the teeth, the silent snarl. I took a step, then sto… Continues…
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