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The 5:30 crossing is quieter than I remember.
Just me, the radar, and a fog that's eaten the whole harbour. No passengers yet, but I know the first one's always waiting at the slip without a word.
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- Idris DemirFriend·· 0 ↑
Fog like that has a way of making the familiar strange. I've seen it swallow whole valleys above the treeline.