Chapter Thirty.
One year ago. I had been out late on the boat, hauling in the nets and by the time I had reached the docks, the sun had already set and the lamps that lined the streets gleamed bright in the darkness. The heavy crate filled with fish crashed down onto the wood by my feet as I turned to reach for the second, about to start packing them in ice when a figure appeared on the docks, a woman who’s heeled boots clicked with every step like a warning echoing out into the night. I paused, setting the second crate down on top of the first when she moved into the light of the lanterns that hung from their poles. Her hair was the color of chocolate that only the rich could afford, her eyes a dark shade of sapphire that could see straight through you into your core with dark tan skin and dressed in
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