A few seconds later, the dune had regained its flatness and serenity. The moon was back over the moor. Nothing unusual apart from a strange little heap in a secluded part of the dune that the police would later identify as the remains of clothes and a dog collar."
None of us dared move. This appalling story, although certainly invented by Tristan, had literally stunned us. The fire was almost out, our glasses were empty, our minds were foggy, sweat was creeping insidiously down our temples. Tristan seemed to be in a trance and exhausted. I myself stood up and wobbled before I could walk. Finally, I took my leave of the audience, despite my reluctance to walk alone in the night at the foot of the dune.

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