The Space Between Moons
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Crestfall in late February was exactly what she remembered.
Grey. Particular. The harbor going its own dark way under a low sky, the rain that had followed her for the first half of the drive back arriving here as its natural conclusion, as if Crestfall generated its own weather and imported nothing.
She spent Sunday evening packing.
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