THE PRICE OF PASSAGE
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The first thing Ethan noticed at Westmar Port was the smell.

Salt, diesel, wet metal, and something sour that didn’t belong to the sea hung in the air like a warning.

Cranes swung above stacked containers, chains rattling as cargo moved with slow violence. Ethan watched it all and thought of Janet’s face the last time she pretended she was fine.

The Uber slowed near the main gate.

“This place wakes up angry,” the driver muttered.

Ethan kept his eyes forward. “Is it always like this?”

The driver snorted. “If you’re big, you pay. If you’re small, you beg. If you’re nobody, you don’t talk.”

“Who do they answer to?” Ethan asked.

The driver tightened his grip on the wheel. “Officially? Government. Unofficially?” He shrugged. “Men who don’t wear uniforms.”

Ethan paid and stepped out. The morning wind hit his face, sharp and cold. He came without a convoy, without a suit, without a name that mattered. Just another man blending into the flow of port workers.

His earpiece buzzed.

It was Mira.
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