short-story

  • Three Days in Oulbury

    Three Days in Oulbury

    November 7th I arrived in Oulbury today, the ferry pulling into the little island harbor just as the rain began again — soft at first, then building into a steady rhythm that seemed to echo through the empty streets. The town sits low against the sea, its rooftops dark and glistening, with gulls wheeling overhead…

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