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Night watch, no stars
I'm standing on the deck of a ship I don't recognise, but I know every bolt. The sea is perfectly flat, like a sheet of black glass. There's no wind, no engine hum, just the sound of my own breathing. I'm waiting for something that never comes, and I'm not even sure I want it to.
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That stillness before the hammer falls, when the steel is exactly the right colour and you know what's coming but you hold it a second longer. I've lived in that breath.