The Storyteller: The Treasure of Tisadez

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Third Birthday

It was a harsh, hot morning on the day of Tu’s third visit. Sen was on the beach early, cockling with Kaiji and Sula before the sun got too hot to deal with, though the day promised to be harsh. Nak was already out on the fishing boat. Sen could see it, away out of the mouth of the bay with the other three boats from the village. Closer to shore, anchored halfway to the island at the bay’s mouth, floated the Horizons, white sails painted pale mauve in the morning light. The sun rose slowly back over the dunes behind the little village, smearing pink and orange streaks across the wisps of cloud over the ocean. The sea was glassy flat and barely a ripple made it to shore. It was perfect for cockling.

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