The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Harpswell Rock Shop, a rhythm mimicking the throb in Elias Finch’s temples. Salt spray clung to his skin despite being miles inland, a ghost of the coast he rarely thought about…
Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing the gloom of the archive. Old Man Tiber, hunched like a question mark over a brittle scroll, traced a finger across faded ink. The parchment felt like dried skin under…
Elisa’s shoulders bunched, a tight knot beneath worn leather. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light slicing through the high, barred window. Years had scraped against her, leaving a residue of mistrust. “Release it.” Forian’s fingers, calloused and…