BLACKWATER HEARTS
The first thing Caleb Mercer noticed when he crossed the Blackwater town line was the smell. Not the ocean. Not the pine trees. Not even the faint metallic bite
The first thing Caleb Mercer noticed when he crossed the Blackwater town line was the smell.
Not the ocean. Not the pine trees. Not even the faint metallic bite of rain on asphalt.
Smoke.
It was subtle, like a memory that had refused to die. Like someone had burned something years ago and the air had held onto it out of spite......
