Chapter 18 The Storm of ’99

The night tasted different after the cliffs.

Sharper.

Metallic.

As if the wind itself had been cut open.

I didn’t go home.

Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, lock the doors, crawl into my bed and pretend I never heard my name whispered from the ocean.

But that whisper…

That voice…

Silas.

I ...

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