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Chapter 12
The air smelled of brine and rust. San Pedro’s harbor creaked and groaned with the weight of the morning, old boats rocking gently against their moorings. A fog rolled in off the water like a secret, soft and cold against my skin.
Mateo led me to a weathered shack tucked behind the lighthouse. Insi...