He sat on the ferry dock until the sun skidded down the horizon. When the bells rang, a woman stepped off the ferry and into the same thin light—hair shorter than in the jars, shoulders hunched as if carrying weather. For a moment she moved like someone else, then she looked up. Her eyes took him in with the accuracy of memory and strangers.
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