Locals’ Shrugs
When Emily arrived, fishermen at the harbor barely looked up from their nets. “No one’s worked that place since before the big ’09 storm,” one man muttered, shrugging.
Another added, “Power’s been off for years. Must be running on ghosts.” Their laughter drifted with the gulls, but the words stuck in Emily’s mind longer than the smell of salt.
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