‘Do you think it’s some kind of marker?’ I asked, puzzled.
‘Maybe,’ Laura said, tracing a finger over the carvings. ‘But what for?’
We took photos with our phones, hoping they might shed light on the island’s secrets when we returned home—if we returned home.
The discovery left us both uneasy, as if we’d stumbled upon something that wasn’t meant to be found. As we made our way back to camp, the island seemed to close in around us, its mysteries deepening.
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