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Chapter 277 Open Market
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2026-09-27 01:16:46Fog does not hide us.
It only makes everyone listen harder.
The maintenance lifeboat crawls under the storage pier with its engine muffled by wet canvas. The man with the IV-paddle lies flat in the bow, pushing us away from chains by hand. One patient keeps coughing into her sleeve. The woman missing a shoe has found a spare boot three sizes too large and hates it with personal force.
The black-market radio hangs from a nail near the lifeboat's little wheel.
No one
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