The Wistful Dinner
Who could be so foolish as to trust the water? Lucia Zuniga stood at the window of the municipal archive, her breath fogging the glass, watching the ria pull back from the shore with a slowness that felt deliberate. The town of Cedeira, usually a sprawl of whitewashed stone and salt-stained laundry, was being stripped bare. The tide had retreated three meters past the usual low-water mark,...
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