"Next summer you have to come with us to Egypt. Do you think your mother will let you?" Archie asked, turning the page of his parents' manuscript. It was filled with hand-drawn images as well as photographs that he couldn't remember being taken. It was one of his most prized possessions, as not only was it the product of his parents' lifelong goal, but also a history of his upbringing.

"You see those statues? I've been right there! You have to wear charmed shoes or else you'll sink into the sand. It's nothing like here," he explained. The Sanditon beaches were as beautiful as ever, and for once there was not a cloud in the sky. It was his only second week at the resort, but it felt like he and Sunday had explored the entire beachfront already. Now the two had spread out on a picnic blanket near the water's edge, surrounded by books and a collection of random rocks and shells they'd found, while Archie's parents were scribbling away at their notebooks a hundred feet back.

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