Sometimes, people simply vanish. They slip through the cracks of the world, leaving behind only the chilling echo of their presence. Consider this: at first light, a sailor boards a trading vessel, adrift in open water. The deck is silent, save for the ticking of the rigging in the wind. Below, a meal sits half-eaten, the broth gone cold. The ship's log stops abruptly, mid-week. The cargo is un...
