The Year of Ash and the Marseille Ghost
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Chapter 17

[Elara]

Grief does not fade. It simply calcifies, turning into a heavy, jagged stone you carry in the hollow cavity of your chest.

Three hundred and sixty-five days had passed since the black waters of the harbor swallowed my husband. A full year since I clawed my way out of the freezing mud and painted the city in the blood of his traitors.

I stood in the center of a ruined penthouse in Marseille, France. The Mediterranean rain lashed violently against the floor-to-ceiling windows,
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