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"You're late," she said, her voice barely a whisper over the rhythm of the tide. She didn't look at him. Her gaze was fixed on a yacht anchored far out in the bay, a white speck that looked like it might vanish into the horizon.

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The sun was too bright for a secret. It beat down on the Promenade des Anglais, turning the Mediterranean into a sheet of hammered silver that hurt to look at. Julian adjusted his hat, the brim casting a sharp line of shadow across his eyes. He didn’t like the light; it felt like an interrogation. If you had a different context in mind