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The Saltwater Cure

Clara stepped off the train at Seabrook Station, her boots crunching on gravel as the scent of salt and diesel hung heavy in the air. The town had not changed—same crooked storefronts, same rusted fishing boats bobbing in the harbor—but…

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The Crimson Echo

## The Ghost Notes The salt spray tasted like regret. Wren traced the chipped Formica of the diner counter, each groove a miniature ocean current mirroring the one churning outside. Coffee, black as pitch, warmed her hands but couldn’t touch…

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