Choir at Berth Twelve
Mina wrote the sunrise like a live operation. The port woke to official calm: backup power stable, city statement pending, all irregularities under review. On paper the worst was over. On the ground everyone waited for the new score. It began softer than the night sequence, almost embarrassed by daylight, but the workers were ready now. The union fed it the wrong bodies, the wrong timings, the wrong confirmations. Inspectors…
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