The Circular Horizon
The tide on the island of Oros came in with a predictable, rhythmic sigh, erasing the footprints of the day. Julian Thorne sat on a driftwood log, watching a small crab struggle against the current. He wore a shirt of faded linen and trousers that had long since lost their color. He looked like any other castaway, but in his eyes was the stillness of a man who had seen the end of the world and...
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