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Chapter note 1. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain
before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.

Chapter note 2. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.
An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the
water.

Chapter note 3. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels twice,
then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins.

Chapter note 4. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain before
evening.

Chapter note 5. The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did,
and the boats leaned with it. In the tavern a stranger asked careful
questions about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed
coasts that no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come
and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey
beneath a sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued
softly over ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay.

Chapter note 6. In the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about
the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no
longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone,
leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a
sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over
ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs
counted barrels twice, then a third time.

Chapter note 7. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer
matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.

Chapter note 8. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.
The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats
leaned with it.

Chapter note 9. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain
before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.

Chapter note 10. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.
An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the
water.

Chapter note 11. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels twice,
then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins.

Chapter note 12. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain before
evening.

Chapter note 13. The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did,
and the boats leaned with it. In the tavern a stranger asked careful
questions about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed
coasts that no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come
and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey
beneath a sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued
softly over ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay.

Chapter note 14. In the tavern a stranger asked careful questions
about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that
no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone,
leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a
sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over
ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs
counted barrels twice, then a third time.

Chapter note 15. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer
matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.

Chapter note 16. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.
The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats
leaned with it.

Chapter note 17. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain
before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.

Chapter note 18. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.
An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the
water.

Chapter note 19. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels twice,
then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins.

Chapter note 20. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain before
evening.

Chapter note 21. The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did,
and the boats leaned with it. In the tavern a stranger asked careful
questions about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed
coasts that no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come
and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey
beneath a sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued
softly over ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay.

Chapter note 22. In the tavern a stranger asked careful questions
about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that
no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone,
leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a
sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over
ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs
counted barrels twice, then a third time.

Chapter note 23. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer
matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.

Chapter note 24. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.
The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats
leaned with it.

Chapter note 25. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain
before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.

Chapter note 26. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.
An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the
water.

Chapter note 27. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels twice,
then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins.

Chapter note 28. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain before
evening.

Chapter note 29. The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did,
and the boats leaned with it. In the tavern a stranger asked careful
questions about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed
coasts that no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come
and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey
beneath a sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued
softly over ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay.

Chapter note 30. In the tavern a stranger asked careful questions
about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that
no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone,
leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a
sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over
ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs
counted barrels twice, then a third time.

Chapter note 31. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer
matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.

Chapter note 32. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.
The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats
leaned with it.

Chapter note 33. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain
before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.

Chapter note 34. Merchants argued softly over ledgers while gulls
patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels
twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had
last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned
without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In
the tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road.
An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the
water.

Chapter note 35. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted barrels twice,
then a third time. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins.

Chapter note 36. Nobody remembered when the lighthouse had last been
painted, though all agreed it was overdue. The tide turned without
ceremony, as it always did, and the boats leaned with it. In the
tavern a stranger asked careful questions about the northern road. An
old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer matched the water.
By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as
coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that promised rain before
evening.

Chapter note 37. The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did,
and the boats leaned with it. In the tavern a stranger asked careful
questions about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed
coasts that no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come
and gone, leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey
beneath a sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued
softly over ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay.

Chapter note 38. In the tavern a stranger asked careful questions
about the northern road. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that
no longer matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone,
leaving the cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a
sky that promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over
ledgers while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs
counted barrels twice, then a third time.

Chapter note 39. An old chart on the wall showed coasts that no longer
matched the water. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.

Chapter note 40. By morning the rain had come and gone, leaving the
cobbles bright as coins. The harbour lay grey beneath a sky that
promised rain before evening. Merchants argued softly over ledgers
while gulls patrolled the quay. A clerk with ink-stained cuffs counted
barrels twice, then a third time. Nobody remembered when the
lighthouse had last been painted, though all agreed it was overdue.
The tide turned without ceremony, as it always did, and the boats
leaned with it.

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