The Saltwater Symphony
The first time she saw him, the air tasted like thunder. Mira had been kneading dough at the counter of her café, the scent of yeast and butter thick in the morning haze, when the door jingled and a man…
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The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s boots sank into the damp sand as she walked the shoreline, the salt air sharp in her lungs. The sky hung low, bruised with storm clouds, but she kept moving, feet pressing against the tide’s slow retreat. She hadn’t…
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 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…