The Distant Promise

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Chapter One Who holds the line when the water rises? I asked the dark, and the dark did not answer, but the stone walls of the cellar exhaled a cold that felt like a breath against my neck. I was thirty-two, and my hands were raw from the oyster beds, the salt dried into the creases of my palms like a second skin. In my grip was the iron boundary key, cold and heavy, its teeth worn smooth by...

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