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The wind on the Ochre Coast didn’t just blow; it sanded. It smoothed the rough edges off the cliffs and, given enough time, it could smooth the rough edges off a person, too.

He remembered the night he sat here with Sarah, twenty years ago. She had leaned against the frame, smoking a cigarette, the ember glowing orange against the red rock. sandstone sill

Elias sat on the sandstone sill of the lighthouse keeper’s cottage, his legs dangling over a two-hundred-foot drop. The stone beneath him was the color of dried blood and rust, worn concave by decades of occupants who had sought the same view. The wind on the Ochre Coast didn’t just blow; it sanded

Clack.