Chapitre 228: Harbor

The harbor was eerily quiet as Mira stepped off the weathered boat, her boots sinking into the soft, damp sand. A thin layer of mist hung over the water, blurring the line where the sea met the sky. The air smelled of salt and decay, and the sound of waves lapping against the shore was the only sign of life. Somewhere in the distance, the faint silhouette of a lighthouse stood, its beam dark and lifeless.

Mira adjusted the straps of her satchel, glancing over her shoulder at the boatman who had ferried her here. His face was obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, but she could feel his eyes on her.

"You sure about this?" he rasped, his voice low and hoarse. "Ain't nobody comes to Blackwell Harbor unless they're running from something—or looking for something worse."

"I'm sure," Mira replied, her tone firm. She handed him a silver coin, more than enough for his trouble. "Wait here. I won't be long."