
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…
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…