The dead woman in my boat won’t stop talking. “Turn back,” she whispers, her voice like wind through broken reeds. “Turn back before you lose everything that matters.” I keep rowing. The Crossing demands movement, always movement, and the dead don’t get to choose their destination. That’s the first rule of ferryman work, you transport […]
The Ferryman’s Debt
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