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At dusk, Min closed the shop. She took one of her smallest dories—the kind used to ferry messages to larger vessels—and wrote her own name on the stern with a single, deliberate sweep. When she pushed it into the water, it rocked and then listed slightly, a tiny dampness darkening the paint where the wood had soaked up the harbor. She smiled without regret. If it were to leak, she thought, let it leak what matters.