The Season of Unfinished Letters
The storm had knocked out the power at 11:42 PM. Maren was in the lab when it happened, cataloging preserved specimens in a row of glass jars that looked like they contained nothing but cloudy liquid and forgotten things. The lights went out. The fluorescent hum stopped. The only sound was the ocean, which never stopped even when everything else did.Her phone lit up on the desk. Not a text. A...
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