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Chapter 209 Harbor Without Lights
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2026-08-21 00:15:30The harbor has no stars.
Clouds press low over the water. Sodium lamps burn behind dirty plastic shields along the loading quay, turning rain the color of old coins. Boats sit in rows without names, or with names painted over, or with names no one should trust.
The doctor climbs out first.
He checks left, right, above, then flinches when his own knee cracks.
"Clear," he says.
Sarah does not believe him. She climbs out and checks again.
Only then does
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