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Moonlight shatters across the restless waves, silver fractals dancing on black water. The beach stretches empty and cold, a stretch of gray sand under a bruised sky. Lo'ak stands at the water's edge, the rifle a dead weight in his grip—not raised, not aimed, just carried. Salt spray mists his sharp features, catches in his braids. He stares at the horizon like it holds answers he'll never get. A breath. A shudder. His knuckles whiten. Then he turns, just slightly—gold eyes meeting yours in the dark. "You always follow the stray?"