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BENEATH THE SURFACE

META'S POV:

The ocean's roar, usually a balm, only amplified the tempest raging in my skull. My own tears, long dry and crusty on my cheeks, felt like a betrayal. Why? Why had the sight of this shore torn such a raw, unnamed grief from me? Rationality offered flimsy shields—stress, the brutal e...