About this book:

Saltmouth isn't on any tourist map—it's where ships go to die, and where Maren Vance goes to make them live a little longer. A welder who measures her life in bead quality and cash payments, she's taken a two-week contract patching a pontoon older than her father. But the steel in Drydock One doesn't behave like metal should. It breathes. It taps back from inside sealed tanks. When her grinder bites into a frame, the wound knits itself shut like living flesh, and a cutting torch pulls a violet flame from iron that hasn't seen air since 1942.

Miller, the foreman, warns her off the lower walkways when the tide turns. Mrs. Gable in the office knows exactly how old the pontoon is—and exactly what it was built from. The night shift sees things the day crew doesn't. And the deeper Maren welds, the more she realizes she's not repairing a hull. She's stitching shut something that was never meant to be opened.

Atmospheric, gritty, and built on a foundation of genuine trade craft, *The Welder Who Mended Tides* fuses industrial realism with creeping cosmic dread. For readers who love the tactile satisfaction of *The Martian* married to the slow-burn horror of *The Twilight Zone*—where every bead laid down binds something far older than steel.