Strandviken

The settlement sits at the river mouth — a bay catch, a longhouse at the back of the beach, a smokehouse that runs most of the year. The fishing is still good. People here know the shelf well enough to work it by feel in the dark.

The longhouse has a notice board. Current items: a fuel warning, a meeting agenda for the water supply committee, a handwritten note about crows behaving strangely at the eastern reed beds. Someone has written a question mark next to the crow note. Nobody has answered it.

In the evening the smoke from the smokehouse goes straight up. A good sign, for now.

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The Skald arrived from the north in early spring, which nobody does anymore. The north road has been closed at Klippbyn since autumn — nobody formally confirmed this, but nobody uses it — and the settlement authorities did not record the arrival, because Marta Lindqvist decided it would raise more questions than it answered. He is staying in the old fish warehouse near the dock. He asks many questions and answers very few.

Meridian Logistics has a coordinator based somewhere in the settlement. The council is aware and has not discussed it publicly, which the people who attend council meetings have noticed and not yet decided what to do about. Their most recent visit was two weeks ago. They asked about the water table, took notes, and left.

At night the settlement is quieter than it was a year ago. Not because fewer people are awake — the lights in the windows suggest otherwise. The sounds of normal evening life have simply lowered in register. People are speaking at volumes that do not carry through walls.

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