The Pale Bridge
Chapter One The dunes were reclaiming the coastal road, sand swallowing the asphalt in slow, hungry bites, while the factory town churned behind the haze, reinventing itself as heritage for tourists who paid three times for a cup of coffee. In the off-season, Ji-min Yeo worked as a beach inspector, a title that meant little more than counting the broken umbrellas and filing reports no one read,...
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