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The Registry, Amended

Ballast

A Blue Andalusian rooster in a navy double-breasted peacoat with brass buttons and cream cable-knit sweater, leaning against a weathered wooden pier railing at a foggy harbor at dawn, cargo cranes and container ships in soft bokeh across the water

The paperwork was pristine, which should have been the first indication. He had long maintained that the truest weight is the kind no ledger accounts for — and the harbor, to its credit, had never once asked him to declare it.

17 May 2026