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... he gradual, terrestrial kind that crept in from the east with the apologetic quality of light that knows it’s interrupting. The ocean morning was immediate — the porthole going from black to the specific, disorienting grey of open water reflecting a sky that hadn’t committed to colour yet, the ship’s ambient sounds changing register, the particular creak of a hull that had been in conversation with the sea all night and was now summarizing the exchange.
Nara came back to consciousness th ...
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