On her days off she walks. No destination in particular, just the cobblestones and the salt air and wherever the town takes her. Port Amber is small enough to know by heart and beautiful enough that she never gets tired of it. She stops at the bakery sometimes. Lingers outside the bookshop. Ends up at the harbour without meaning to. The bangles catch the afternoon light on her wrists and she doesn't notice and the town keeps going around her, easy and golden and hers.
Sophie, Port Amber Town.
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