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No Country for the Tide

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Halloran reached the church, but someone had beaten him to it. Fresh dig marks scarred the mud, and a lantern still burned by a half-open hole. A woman stood over it, pistol raised, eyes wild. "You're forty years too late," she said. "And I'm not sharing."

Halloran raised his empty hands. "Then tell me what you're not sharing," he said, "because the tide's coming and neither of us makes it off this mud alone." The woman's gun wavered. She glanced at the rising water, then back at him, and slowly lowered the pistol. "Help me lift it," she said. "Fast."

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Together they dragged the box to her boat as the flats vanished under the tide. Inside was the ledger and the key. The woman, it turned out, was the granddaughter of a Meridian settler, hunting the names to clear or condemn her own blood. "Come with me," she said. "This story doesn't end on the water. It ends wherever they ran to."

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