They emerged from the lighthouse just as the first pale light of dawn brushed the horizon. The tide was low enough to cross the dock safely, and the city began to stir with the promise of a new day.
He headed to the dockside tavern where rumors said Chloe Wildd—renowned for her uncanny knack for finding lost things—spent her evenings swapping stories over a glass of spiced rum. The tavern’s wooden beams were lit by lanterns that swayed with the sea breeze, casting long shadows across the polished floor. cj miles chloe wildd