The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One The surveyor’s ledger is a heavy thing to carry when your hands shake. Aoife O'Casey, thirty-two, held the brass astrolabe against the wet wood of the rowboat, its needle spinning not toward north but toward the ache in her sternum, a physical fact she had learned to ignore. She was mapping the Grey Coast to clear her family’s debt, a task that required a steady hand and a clear...
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