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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.

The song had come on earlier — that track her friend Marco had sent her months ago, the one with the soft, looping piano and the vocal that seemed to breathe rather than sing: "On s'en ira…" — we'll go away. Goulam ft Dj Pakx - On S- en Ira -chill mix 202...

"Leaving," Lena said.

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

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. Or just a man who couldn't sleep, same as her