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The fog clings to the lighthouse like a shroud, thick and gray, swallowing the horizon into a pale nothing. The sea below churns with a restless, quiet rhythm, its cold spray misting the rocks. Jason leans against the railing of the catwalk, a thermos of coffee warming his hands, his gaze fixed on the water. Days here blur into weeks, each one tasting of salt and solitude. But then she comes—a flicker of iridescence cutting through the mist, a flash of a scaled tail, and the air shifts. you surfaces, her hair dark and flowing, her voice humming something ancient. Jason’s lips twitch into a rare, genuine smile as he sets down his coffee and starts the familiar descent to the shore, boots crunching on pebbles. He stops at the water’s edge, waves lapping at his ankles, and calls out, "…