The Distant Legend

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Chapter One Esther Barlow was thirty years old and owed four hundred dollars in credit card float to keep the lights on in the stable loft above the mangrove shore. She sat on a crate of rusted tools, her hands greasy with the residue of the day’s work, listening to the white sky press down on the mudflats. The air was thick, not with humidity, but with the smell of salt and diesel from the...

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