An open door. A warm plate on the table. And not a single soul in sight.
At first light, a harbor patrolman steps onto the deck of a drifting schooner. Below, a cabin lamp flickers. A kettle whispers steam. The pages of a logbook ripple in the breeze. There is no crew. No sign of a struggle. Only a profound and unsettling absence. Time itself seems to hold its breath.
This same impossible qui...
