In Bellwether, the sun never quite set. Every evening, for as long as anyone could remember, the sky turned the color of a bruise just before darkness and then stopped. Blue hour remained above the harbor: deep, luminous, and patient. Stars appeared there, but morning did not arrive until the town's clocks agreed it was time.
Today's Story — Day 68
The Keeper of the Blue Hour
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