Chapter 15 · free to read
MIKAGE, HAZUKI. Under forty-one names and one grandmother.
Nothing rang at slack water. Nothing rang at the top of the tide. Naruse slept through its first quiet night in four months.
A season. Ninety-one days. And eleven towns along this coast that had never once written their drowned down.
Naruse had bought a season. Somewhere north, a town with no tide table for its bell had just heard it ring for the first time.
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