Chapter 15 · free to read
M-O-R-E. It had stopped asking us to stay. It had started placing an order.
One thing that always points nowhere, and one thing that always points at me. I wore them together and called it a bearing.
One flame. Three keepers, and a fourth key already warm on the hook. We had taught the island that it could be hungry — and out past the fog, the next boat was already answering the fire I lit.
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