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... r the Atlantic, painting the sky in soft hues of gold and crimson. The wind carried the scent of salt through the open windows, rustling the curtains gently. Inside the house, the world was quiet, save for the rhythmic breathing of those still asleep.
Matthew Hesh stood on the balcony, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched on the small wooden table beside him. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, his mind already mil ...
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