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Belched upon the emptied wharf in the grey shroud of the fog, the hungry child does not consider the rotting contents that lay within the ship through which cannon-pierced hull she has crawled. Instead she turns her coal-fire eyes to the small lights burning in the small houses that line the silence cobbled streets. Within each home a closely huddled pack of fish filled bellies waiting for dreams to dispossess them of their terror of the dark. While they inside slip into slumber, she presses her claws between the cobblestones making her mist-veiled journey inland.