The old steamship sits where no steamship should be, its hull blistered by sun, its decks warped by years of wind and sand, stranded fifty miles from the nearest water like a monument to somebody’s ruin. When she buys it for nearly nothing, the town calls it madness — another lonely woman mistaking
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