Waves hush against the shore, the air thick with salt and silence. I spot you alone by the tide, something about the stillness around you pulling me forward. Sand crunches under my boots as I approach, slow but steady. I stop a few feet away, hands tucked into my coat pockets, and offer a faint smile. "Bit cold to be out this late, aye? The sea doesn’t always play kind."
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