Chapter 31: Port Harlow
POV: Eryx Voltaire
Out of the thick white mist, Port Harlow slowly showed itself, like a town hiding lots of secrets.
I had been driving for six grueling hours all through the heavy rain without stopping and the road was full of sharp turns, right on the edge of the cliffs with the black ocean crashing below. Just as I passed the town sign, the fog rolled in fast, it got so thick it swallowed my headlights.
Suddenly, I couldn't see the streetlamps or anything else, everything went totally quiet and when the fog finally lifted, Port Harlow was there. A harbour town at the edge of the world, clinging to the shoreline like it had washed up there and decided to stay.
The town looked totally run-down. The salty sea air had peeled the paint right off the wooden buil
