The Distant Summer
Chapter One The salt roads of the drowned coast stretched out under a low, grey sky that pressed against the harbor mud, a landscape of silt and rusted iron where the old kings had once held their courts before the sea reclaimed their names. It was the season of the last shift, when the light failed early and the tolls were counted in the heavy silence of the ferry crossing, a ritual as old as...
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