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... like a hungry ghost, each gust carrying the salt-stink of the harbor and something else underneath—something metallic and wrong that I couldn’t quite name.
It was 5:00 AM, and the world was still wrapped in darkness so thick you could almost touch it, the kind of darkness that made you feel like the sun had simply given up on this corner of existence.
The ferry idled at the dock, its engines growling low in my chest, the vibration traveling up through the concrete and into my bo ...
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