With a little delay, here is the fourth instalment of my new story "The Dunes of 脌rd-Dh矛threabh", Chapter 4. "Autumn"
Wissant, November 2061
Late Autumn was Muir's least favourite time of the year to be on the beach. The dark days and the interminable blanket of low grey cloud made him feel melancholy; and for some reason it always made him think of the battle that had been fought here. Which was now a hundred and twenty-five years ago, and still the beach was strewn with corroded bullets and age-blackened shells. The concrete bunkers had all turned to sand though, only their rebar remaining, like cubist whale skeletons.
- read in full: Chapter 4. Autumn
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