PREVIEW
... a haze of mist and decay.
Once a bustling hub of maritime trade, the dock was now a skeleton of its former self — splintered wooden planks, rusting metal supports, and scattered debris marked its desolation.
The air was thick with the briny tang of the sea and the sharp bite of tension.
Dim streetlights flickered weakly, casting long, eerie shadows across the cracked pavement. In the silence, the only sound was the distant, rhythmic lapping of waves against the dock's sup ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Chapter 389
Chapter 87
Chapter 246: Gaps In Memories
Chapter 50: Three Legs
