Desolate Shore

You stand on a wide expanse of black-sand beach. To the east, ocean waves crash beneath the overcast sky. You see a few old wooden boats on the sand. Raising your hand to shade your view, you seem to see something far out in the water.

Inland, the beach stops at a forest. You can see a path leading west into the woods.









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