The Ferryman's Debt
The fog came in off the channel the way it always did in November--thick, salt-crusted, and smelling of something that had died and been forgotten. Arthur Pemberton stood at the window of the third-floor study and watched it swallow the Needles rock formation until even the rock was gone. He had been watching for three years. He would be watching until watching stopped meaning anything, which...
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