He moved along the silent shore where Sand hissed under his boots, his thoughts a dour ledger of distances and thirst.
A blistering wind peeled back the beach to show a stair of black salt descending into a throat that had not tasted air since the first tides withdrew.
He listened, and the sea answered with a thin arithmetic of clicks that counted his heart to zero as shadows arranged themselves into a geometry no mind could keep, and he knew his name would dry and scatter like husks across the world.
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