The Fog Horn (Angae Godong)

“Now the ancestor gods can breathe!” Ko Won-taek shouted from the dock, laughing heartily. The day was clear, and the ships were lined up and preparing to set sail. “Even after the Gutpan ritual took place, people who had been taking a break while being cautious began to reveal their faces one by one.” Nuri walked quietly through the dock. No one tried to talk to him. They just mumbled and looked away. As Nuri walked, he felt an urge to give Ko Cheol-woong a good beating. Or maybe he wanted to beat up his past self for bringing back those memories. It would take quite some time for them to approach and talk to him again. Ko Cheol-woong, who was the culprit behind the incident, noticed Nuri and quickly went into the wheelhouse. What a spineless jerk. Nuri muttered something under his breath and headed for the lighthouse. As usual, there was a pile of bird droppings near the lighthouse today. “What the fuck are these damn birds pigging out…….” Nuri took out his anger on the bird poop. He swept it vigorously with a big green plastic broom and sprinkled seawater over it. The bird droppings then naturally flowed down. Down the rocky mountain, between rocks and boulders, and finally into the sea. After staring at the sea for a while, Nuri turned his gaze and then stormed back into the lighthouse like an angry man. There were six potatoes in Nuri’s small wrapping cloth. It was a lot for one person to eat. But if Ason came to visit……. That thought came to Nuri’s mind and he added more potatoes to the pot. Then he hastily closed the lid. Nuri’s house did not have gas. He had an electric rice cooker, but for everything else, he had to rely on a

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