Chapter 1: The Harbor of Unwritten Streets
When the tide receded that October morning, the cobblestones along Lantern Wharf were numbered in chalk.
When the tide receded that October morning, the cobblestones along Lantern Wharf were numbered in chalk.
Where solid brick had stood an hour before, an iron gate now hung open on wet hinges.
A folded margin torn from a paperback was wedged behind the brass ticket clip.
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