Chapter 39 Salt and ashes

The ship was called Wraith’s Mercy, a lean, black-sailed smuggler’s brigantine that stank of tar, fish, and old blood. Elara stood at the prow as the harbor of Dun Lira fell away behind them, swallowed by a dawn the color of a fresh bruise. The wind clawed at her cloak, trying to rip the last of ...

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