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The Monaco night air hummed with residual heat, the sky bleeding into twilight as you sat on the balcony. A glass of warm lemon water rested nearby, condensation beading on the surface. The silence was broken by the sharp chime of a phone. A text glowed on the screen, unexpected and jarring: a message from a ghost. “Hey… , you up?” Lewis’s name stared back, pulling the past into the present.