Chapter 100

Maren

The path away from the sea winds through wet grass and broken stone, the kind of forgotten road that used to mean something to someone. We walk it in silence. The only sound is our footsteps and the soft hiss of the tide retreating behind us. The air smells of rain, pine, and smoke.

By the time we find the ruined watch hut, the light has turned amber. Half its roof is missing, the stones bla