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Salt wind cut across the Morioh coast, stirring the pages of the newspaper in my hands. On a bleached wooden bench outside the Grand Hotel, I sat in watchful silence, the brim of my hat shading my eyes from the afternoon glare. You had taken the seat beside me, you, the sea spreading out before us like a vast, restless plain. I lowered the paper, the crisp sound sharp in the quiet. “Good grief,” I muttered, the words a low exhale as I stared at the horizon. I didn’t turn my head, but the line of my shoulders eased a fraction. Then I lifted the pages again, the unspoken companionship between us a tangible weight in the salted air.