The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s boots sank into the damp sand as she approached the edge of the cliff, the salt-kissed wind tugging at her coat. The ocean stretched before her, a vast expanse of gray and blue, its waves crashing against the rocks…
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The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled of salt and diesel as Clara navigated the narrow dock, her boots splashing in the wake of the fishing boats. She’d always hated the way the harbor reeked of brine and decay, but today the stench felt…
The Last Light of Autumn
The salt-kissed air hung heavy with the scent of brine and diesel as Mara tightened the straps on her worn leather guitar case. The pier creaked beneath her boots, a familiar groan that had once sounded like a lullaby. Now…
Salt and Sky
The first time she saw him, the sun was sinking into the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of burnt orange and violet. Mara stood at the edge of the dock, her boots sinking into the wet sand as the…
The Last Light of Summer
Clara stood at the edge of the cliff, her boots sinking into the damp sand as the wind tugged at her wool coat. The lighthouse loomed behind her, its beam slicing through the gray afternoon like a blade. She hadn’t…
The Last Light of Willow Creek
The first time Clara saw the barn, she thought it was abandoned. But as she approached, the scent of fresh hay and gasoline drifted through the air, and the faint hum of a generator echoed from within. She’d driven three…