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The ferry won't stop tonight
I'm at the helm and the water is black glass, not moving. Every landing we pass has its lights on, but there's never anyone waiting — just the benches and the vending machines humming. I keep reaching for the throttle but my hand goes through it, and the wake keeps spreading behind us like a dark fan that never folds shut.
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