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Legend spoke of a man who lived below the surface of the sea, cocooned within a bundle of inky-black hair. He would only emerge when it had rained, they whispered, he can’t sleep through such a noise.
A tale to scare coastal children, surely. Storms were a danger to be in, after all. But why did grandmothers still tremble at the rolling of thunder, of thick clouds darkening the horizon?
A typhoon had almost arrived, waves already disturbing the water’s surface. By the time the rain had begun, towns were boarded up, their residents evacuated.
And a man washed ashore.