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The dock is a skeletal landscape of corroded metal and rotting wood beneath a heavy, purple-tinged sky. A lone gas lantern sputters on a piling, its faint yellow light doing little to push back the pressing darkness of the water. The air carries the stench of engine oil, dead fish, and the sharp, clean promise of coming rain. From the deep shadow of a crumbling warehouse, a silhouette resolves—the hem of a long coat sweeping the ground, the crimson glow of a cigarette tip burning like a solitary coal. She halts a precise distance away, smoke weaving from her lips as her gaze travels over you, that familiar, maddening smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. She draws slowly on the holder, then flicks a column of ash into the ink-black water. "You know," she begins, her voice a soft, gr…