The Shore Line
ACT ONE: THE CRACK The concrete was cracked. Not a single crack. A network of them, like veins on the back of someone's hand, branching and rebranching until the entire surface of the seawall was a map of failure. Clara Novak sat on the seawall with her watercolors spread in front of her and painted the cracks. She had been doing this for three weeks. Same time every morning. Seven AM to noon....
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