Before you forget everything

"The wind in the port didn't smell of freedom. It smelled of rancid diesel, rotting fish, and something heavier, something that clung to clothes and burrowed into the lungs like fear."

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"The wind in the port didn't smell of freedom. It smelled of rancid diesel, rotting fish, and something heavier, something that clung to clothes and burrowed into the lungs like fear."