Maggie refused to watch the clip twice. She said the village had fed this thing enough already, and some people would only use fresh fear to start the old nonsense again. Then she covered the phone with a tea towel, as if hiding the image might stop it spreading further.
Sleep eluded Nora. She sat with Thomas’s notebook at the kitchen table, turning pages until one rough sketch caught her eye: the reef drawn at low tide, a cross marked on its far side, and beside it the words, “only when the water leaves enough stone bare.”