Graeme sensed a sharpness in the creature's tone. He remained on edge. He felt his magic pulse just under the skin, ready to manifest into his will if need be. 

"What do you mean, he was a murderer? None on the beach looked exactly dead. As far as I know, people don't exist past death in this realm." Graeme turned to look at the sea. It glittered in the evening light. He wished he really [i]did[/i] have a peaceful promenade on the beach and didn't have to play monster hunter again. 
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