Shadows of the Fog Port
PART ONE The island didn't have a name on any map Marcus could find. It was a smudge of brown on the Brooklyn waterfront, visible from the ferry only if you knew where to look—a cluster of buildings hunched against the water like old men waiting for a bus that never came. Pillars Island. That's what the Coast Guard chart called it. Marcus called it nothing. Naming things made them real, and...
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