Standing in his cell, awaiting his shipment to prison, Jacques St. Clair recounted what the judge said.
“After a life of service, it only took 13 seconds for you to bring it all to an end. I hope your time in prison will go fast because yours is the second life destroyed by your actions.”
He was right. Jacques knew it was all his own fault. He had been under too long and should have called for an extract months ago.
She was just a kid. He may not have killed her, but he didn’t save her either.
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The Skull Washed Ashore The tide was slow that morning, dragging itself across the shore with a heavy sound that seemed to settle into the bones rather than pass through the ears, and the sky hung low in a dull grey weight that made the whole stretch of beach feel closed in, as though the world had narrowed to that one place and refused to open beyond it. I had walked there many times before, enough to know every shift in the sand and every curve of the shoreline, yet that day something felt wrong in a way that could not be easily named, something quiet and watchful that seemed to exist just beyond the edge of thought.
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Achingly poignant.
Awesome!!!