The little bell rings by the dock, the water almost the color black. Choppy and deep. The little wooden boat that has made this trip too many times docks next to a wooden walkway. I can see the figure from the open hallway. Im leaning against a marble column. Waiting. The figure steps off the boat and onto the platform. And I squint, A woman? My jaw clenches. What the hell did she do to be sent here? A woman? Ill be damned. I push off the column and walk down to the dock. My strides large.
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