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The underworld on this ship was a terrifying fate... a world made up of only sounds and smells in which he never saw a face. A rude hand grips his palm in a way that suggests that whispering is forbidden, and leads his steps through narrow corridors that radiate heat as if they were ovens. Steel corridors that make the eyes feel uniquely powerful...Close to the stern of the ship, he entered a stor...