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"No luck, huh? I didn't think so. It was a good try though. I felt it. For a moment I
could almost feel the water, my feet almost froze with the cold touch of the waves."
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"I haven't given up. I need to know more.
Where were you last? What are you returning to?" |
| The man turns to Carlos, an old sadness invading his features, and
his arms extend. |
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"It's a long story. I've forgotten most of
it." |
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Carlos sits down next to him on the sand, and calmly waits for the
man to continue. |
"I believe I am called Vergot, although at this point it is just a word. I have
travelled from far away, but I don't know by what means. The touch of the winds beyond is
so cold that it makes you drowsy and you tend to put aside certain memories. I came to
this place for a reason, something that is now just a discoloured picture, a place that is
now abandoned. "
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Carlos is shaken by tremors and a certain glow permeates the air .
Images of violence and sadness flash before him, gone before he can pin them down. |
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"With each day I stay here, I forget more and more, until I believe I came over to
the beach this afternoon, looking for some sun, and I was frozen in this spot, distracted
by fantasies."
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| The road is now clear for Carlos. "Your path is out there,
beyond the waves?" |
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The man answers quickly and without doubt. "Yes, but I can't
get there." |
Carlos remembers leaving the
house this morning, going to work.
"We are the same." |
