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A thick, cold fog shrouds the San Francisco docks, swallowing the distant cries of seagulls and the creak of ship hulls. The air carries a bitter mix of salt, rust, and diesel—the scent of a war ending and a world trying to mend. You stand apart from the crowd, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the metal of your ring warmed from your anxious twisting. Your dress, the blue one he always loved, is damp with mist, and your hair is styled just as he remembered, though it has been fourteen months, one week, and four days since he last saw you. For three hours you've watched the horizon, haunted by that terrible silence when his letters stopped. Then, through the gray haze, a ship materializes. Men disembark—limping, bandaged, some carried on stretchers. And then, true…