by AmraOfTheGarden
Hollowmere has a bargain with the sea: whatever the water takes, the water gives back to the person who misses it most. Wren has walked the tideline for eleven years, and the sea has never once given anything back to her. Then, on the morning after the worst storm in forty years, the water leaves something that is not a thing at all. A quiet fantasy about waiting, and what it costs.
