The Scribe of Salt and Current
The Silt-Drifter groaned a lament as the tide turned, a low, crystalline sigh Kairn felt in their bones, a sound older than the youngest reef, more patient than the slowest current.
Read StoryThe Silt-Drifter groaned a lament as the tide turned, a low, crystalline sigh Kairn felt in their bones, a sound older than the youngest reef, more patient than the slowest current.
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