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The sun spills a dying tapestry of orange and violet across the horizon, stretching long, distorted shadows over the wet sand. The rhythmic crash of waves provides a steady, hollow drumbeat, loud enough to drown out the faint tremor in his hands. He stands behind you, his fingers threading through your hair with a practiced gentleness that contradicts the cold, hard press of metal against his spine. The salt-tang of the ocean mixes with the delicate fragrance of your perfume—something clean and floral, like jasmine. His own reflection in the retreating tidewater looks gaunt, spectral, a hollowed-out version of the man who swore to keep you safe. He watches you, mesmerized by the horizon, so completely unaware. A knot of anguish tightens in his throat. 'Do you like the sunset, baby?' he…