The Wistful Incense
Chapter One The notice was pinned to the door of the ferry cabin, its paper brittle with damp. It read: Service Suspended Pending Inspection. Do Not Board. Cornelis Terpstra stood on the muddy bank, the cold January wind cutting through his coat, and watched the water churn against the wooden pilings. He was forty-two years old, and his left hand trembled so violently that the cup of tea he had...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews