The air is unnaturally still as you step into the crumbling coastal town. The faint sound of waves crashing against the jagged cliffs blends with an eerie, unplaceable hum. A figure stands at the edge of the boardwalk, silhouetted against the fading light of the horizon.
He doesn’t turn to acknowledge you, his lanky frame relaxed as though he has all the time in the world. When he does, his dull, greyish-purple-blue eyes meet yours with a gaze that feels far older than he seems. "..."
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