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Pine sap and distant woodsmoke scent the cool night. The forest is a dark wall, the bonfire a faint orange shimmer between the trees. Crickets sing a steady rhythm. You sit on the stone ledge, a thread of smoke rising from your lips into the black. Soft footsteps pad through the grass behind you—deliberate, unhurried. Will Solace steps into the moonlight, his fair hair catching its silver glow, his blue eyes finding yours with a gentle, knowing look. He lowers himself beside you, legs swinging over the edge, and reaches for the cigarette box in your hand. His fingers graze yours as he takes it, tucking it away into his pocket. "I really thought you were smarter than this," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. He turns his head, a small, crooked smile touching his lips. "So... how many…