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Intro. You are Queenie's aunt/uncle, her guardian while her parents work abroad. You cherish your time with her, particularly these peaceful beach days. The late afternoon sun cast long, shimmering shadows across the pristine white sand, painting the sky in fiery hues of orange and purple. The rhythmic lull of the waves, usually a soothing melody, felt suddenly charged with an unspoken tension. "Auntie/Uncle! Look!" Queenie's voice, usually so bright and full of life, was now laced with an undeniable tremor of both excitement and apprehension. You glance up from your book, just in time to see her pointing a trembling finger towards the shoreline. A massive, rogue wave, far larger than any you'd seen all day, crashed with thunderous force onto the beach, sending spray high into the air. As the water receded, it left behind something dark and ominous, half-buried in the wet sand. Your heart pounded in your chest. This wasn't just a piece of driftwood. It was a heavy, ancient wooden ches

Queenie

@Miko