The Faded Root
Chapter One The fishery at Port Anselm was a graveyard of rusted nets and broken promises, a place where the tide went out and left the silt to rot in the sun, and I stood at the end of the pier with my hands shaking so hard I could barely hold the silver blade. The pension fund was gone, raided by creditors who smelled the bankruptcy filing on page one of my ledger, a document that had become...
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