Eyes on the Horizon
Judy didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked forward, straining to make sense of the haze that shimmered faintly along the horizon. At first, it looked like nothing unusual, the kind of mirage heat creates above open water. But as she stared, the shimmer grew denser, pulling into focus. A single dot broke the clean line where sky met sea, standing stubbornly against the otherwise empty expanse. Her breath quickened. Something waited out there.
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