
The Last Light of Summer
The air smelled of salt and diesel as Mara stepped off the boat, her boots crunching on gravel. The dock creaked beneath her, a sound she hadn’t heard in ten years but still recognized—like the groan of an old man…
The air smelled of salt and diesel as Mara stepped off the boat, her boots crunching on gravel. The dock creaked beneath her, a sound she hadn’t heard in ten years but still recognized—like the groan of an old man…