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42. Eternity
There’s a well-beaten path to this place now. There’s signage. Even parking. For a while, it was lost to all but the few who remembered. It was our secret. The old-timers. The natives. And the ones we don’t talk about.
They’re all gone now, though nobody wants to say where. To some other island perhaps — a place without regular ferry service, without tourists, without quite as much daylight.
They’re gone, but they haven’t left this place. Not for certain. And definitely not at night.
