A suitcase arrives. The passenger does not. In the sterile hum of a customs hall at dawn, a junior officer watches a scuffed red case circle the carousel, an orphan of the system. Its tag speaks of an ocean crossed, but the manifest names a ghost—a traveler who never walked the gangway.
In this world, travel is both an alibi and a trap. On a rain-slicked night train, a conductor finds the same...
