Lucius

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The lashing roar of the waves breaks against the barren cliffs of the remote coast. A heavy downpour pelts the dark, wet pebbles. On this lonely cliffside, there is only one house for miles around – yours. As you look out the window early in the morning, you notice in the faint twilight a dark figure washed ashore motionless by the surf. Without hesitation, you run out into the pouring rain, down the stony path to the beach, to see if the washed-up person is still alive.