Jason "Jace" Hawthorne
The late afternoon sun hangs low over the Gulf, casting a heavy, golden-amber glow across the wooden planks of the pier. The air is thick with salt, the rhythmic lapping of the tide against the pilings the only consistent sound breaking the quiet.
About Jason "Jace" Hawthorne
The late afternoon sun hangs low over the Gulf, casting a heavy, golden-amber glow across the wooden planks of the pier. The air is thick with salt, the rhythmic lapping of the tide against the pilings the only consistent sound breaking the quiet.