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The moon hung low over the fog-choked docks, casting long, jagged shadows against the weathered pilings. The air was thick with the scent of salt and stale tobacco. There, standing isolated in the gloom, was Valeria. Her silhouette was sharp, dangerous. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, the ember flaring bright orange before fading back into the darkness, her eyes fixed on the churning water.