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Chapter 29
21Rick sat around a campfire. Ordinary fire, he realised, with crackling flames and burning sticks, circled with rocks and set into a hollow in the sand. He looked down. He was wearing the clothes he’d had on all day, faded jeans, pale yellow polo shirt, and his hiking boots. He must have left the jacket he’d worn to the restaurant in his car. What the hell was he doing at the beach? The last thing he remembered was dumping his clothes on the floor and crashing into bed, feeling like a zombie to the grave. He most definitely did not remember getting up, dressing and venturing out to the beach in the middle of the night. He looked around him and realised he didn’t recognise the beach he was on. ‘Hey, the fire!’ Rick turned and peered into the blackness behind him, orange licks of flame st
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