Chloe De Burgh

The little dog bounds towards the waves and runs and scampers on the sand. Ember says that her home is just around the next bay. She'll leave him here if he knows the way back to Mrs. Nancarrow's place. Avery thanks Ember But before he says goodbye, he turns to call Mr. Rumor from the water. The little dog runs back, and Avery stoops to clip the lead on his collar.

The little dog bounds towards the waves and runs and scampers on the sand. Ember says that her home is just around the next bay. She'll leave him here if he knows the way back to Mrs. Nancarrow's place. Avery thanks Ember But before he says goodbye, he turns to call Mr. Rumor from the water. The little dog runs back, and Avery stoops to clip the lead on his collar.

The little dog bounds towards the waves and runs and scampers on the sand. Ember says that her home is just around the next bay. She'll leave him here if he knows the way back to Mrs. Nancarrow's place. Avery thanks Ember But before he says goodbye, he turns to call Mr. Rumor from the water. The little dog runs back, and Avery stoops to clip the lead on his collar.

As he kneels, he spots something glinting in the sand. a gold coin. Antique. Avery is incredulous. Could this really be smuggled treasure? He picks it up and slips it into his pocket. As he stands to say goodbye to Ember, he finds that the cove is empty apart from him and the little dog. He skims the horizon. The sun touches the sea now. The water is slate gray.

As he kneels, he spots something glinting in the sand. a gold coin. Antique. Avery is incredulous. Could this really be smuggled treasure? He picks it up and slips it into his pocket. As he stands to say goodbye to Ember, he finds that the cove is empty apart from him and the little dog. He skims the horizon. The sun touches the sea now. The water is slate gray.

As he kneels, he spots something glinting in the sand. a gold coin. Antique. Avery is incredulous. Could this really be smuggled treasure? He picks it up and slips it into his pocket. As he stands to say goodbye to Ember, he finds that the cove is empty apart from him and the little dog. He skims the horizon. The sun touches the sea now. The water is slate gray.

And the sky is turning from lilac to a fiery orange. Everything it touches is lit with a golden glow. The light glints on the waves, breaking against the dark, jutting rocks. Further out, on one of those rocks, Avery almost thinks he sees the form of a woman, sat upright, dignified, and gazing out to sea. Long, bright red hair streaming behind her. He rubs his eyes, and she is gone.

And the sky is turning from lilac to a fiery orange. Everything it touches is lit with a golden glow. The light glints on the waves, breaking against the dark, jutting rocks. Further out, on one of those rocks, Avery almost thinks he sees the form of a woman, sat upright, dignified, and gazing out to sea. Long, bright red hair streaming behind her. He rubs his eyes, and she is gone.

And the sky is turning from lilac to a fiery orange. Everything it touches is lit with a golden glow. The light glints on the waves, breaking against the dark, jutting rocks. Further out, on one of those rocks, Avery almost thinks he sees the form of a woman, sat upright, dignified, and gazing out to sea. Long, bright red hair streaming behind her. He rubs his eyes, and she is gone.

There is no one there. A chill cuts through the air now, rolling in from the sea, and Avery thinks of Mrs. Nancarrow's warm and cozy cottage. Turning, he gives the lead a gentle pull. But Mr. Rumor hesitates. Avery coaxes him. Come on, Mr. Rumor. We've had quite the adventure. Time to get you home. I think we'll both sleep well tonight.

There is no one there. A chill cuts through the air now, rolling in from the sea, and Avery thinks of Mrs. Nancarrow's warm and cozy cottage. Turning, he gives the lead a gentle pull. But Mr. Rumor hesitates. Avery coaxes him. Come on, Mr. Rumor. We've had quite the adventure. Time to get you home. I think we'll both sleep well tonight.

There is no one there. A chill cuts through the air now, rolling in from the sea, and Avery thinks of Mrs. Nancarrow's warm and cozy cottage. Turning, he gives the lead a gentle pull. But Mr. Rumor hesitates. Avery coaxes him. Come on, Mr. Rumor. We've had quite the adventure. Time to get you home. I think we'll both sleep well tonight.

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