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The fisherman finished his cigarette, stood, nodded at her, and walked away. She wondered if he was a ghost. Or a warning. Or just a man who couldn't sleep, same as her. At 5:48, the ferry horn groaned — low, warm, almost kind.

She found a seat by the window, the one facing away from the city. Goulam ft Dj Pakx - On S- en Ira -chill mix 202...

Just going.

Lena stood up. Her legs had gone numb, but it felt like someone else's body. She rolled her suitcase to the loading ramp, showed her ticket to a sleepy crew member who didn't check her name. The fisherman finished his cigarette, stood, nodded at

The song looped again in her head: On s'en ira. On s'en ira. The fisherman finished his cigarette

"Same thing sometimes," he replied.