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His flare’s glow revealed a mound of growling white fur. A wide pink mouth yawned, causing whiskers six feet long to scrape its cave’s vaulted ceiling. While Devon’s sphincter held back his liquefying fear, Sunshine screamed.

“I eat whatever is offered up, but it’s usually a corpse after it’s fall. I’ll wait. Now, tell me what goes on above, my ground shakes.”

Once the creature spoke deep and slow, Sunshine calmed and whispered in amazement, “It’s Falkore!” then asked the creature out loud “I landed on you, are you mad at me?”

“I’ve been brained by steers my child. You must be special, after a century, it’s a miracle you survived your fall, you must be blessed.”

“Are you going to eat us?” Devon managed.

“I don’t kill humans, they used to feed me their dead. I protect that chapel above, St. Peters-on-the-wall in Bradwell-on-Sea.”

“I’m a contractor, this is my daughter. My company is preparing to move the church you, say, you protect?”

“MOVE?” it roared.

“Yes, your seawall is eroding”.

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