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Submitted to Contest #324
The ferry heaved and dipped on the caustic waters of the Irish sea, just like Nora Quinn's stomach since she departed the Dublin port at dawn. Leaning against the railing, her tousled black hair rippled into knotty whirls by the wind, as sprays of salt muddled her glasses. In front of her was the deep verdigris ribbon of waves that spread out to Inisheer, Ireland. Her hands were tucked into the deep pocket of her thick, heather gray hoodie. In it, Nora could feel the vintage porcelain medicine tin carrying four separate doses of her antidepr...
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