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... salt, rust, and something faintly metallic, like blood that had dried long ago. South Dock stretched before Raghav—a sprawling skeleton of cranes, warehouses, and cargo containers stacked like giant blocks. The place was never completely quiet; even at this hour, water slapped against the hulls of moored ships, chains clinked against metal, and somewhere in the darkness, a gull cried out before vanishing into the mist.
Raghav’s boots crunched against the damp gravel as he walked. His pa ...
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