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Tides Don't Forget
Tonight your uncle signs you away to Lord Aldric Harwick — a man twice your age with cold hands and colder eyes — and the ink dries in less than an hour. You thought you had accepted it, the way you accepted every other thing taken from you, until a salt-soaked rope ladder swung against your third-floor window and a voice you buried years ago called your name. Rowe Callahan is not supposed to exist anymore — not in your life, not on this coast, not with that impossible grin — and yet here he is, wanted by the Crown and entirely too confident for a man standing on the outside of a locked manor. The question is no longer whether he came back. The question is what you do with the sixty minutes you have left.
