The girl crouches behind the crates, exhaling silently into the frigid night air.

The air is calm. Her deep breathing and the distant roaor of building traffic on the nearby highway are the only things that cancel out the eerie silence of the night. Low-lying wisps of stratus cloud drift undetected under a great mass of stratocumulus.

Undetected..... the girl smiles at the thought. just like me in this port.

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