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“No,” he said. “Listening. That’s worse.”

Elara shipped her oars. Her father’s voice echoed in her skull: “The sea gives back what it takes, but never the same way.” pro.cfw.sh

Elara let go. The knocker fell. The door sank, straight down, through the clear circle and into the ghost town below. The circle closed. The calm returned. “No,” he said