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Salt spray stung Aria's face as thunder cracked overhead. She stumbled on the pier's warped planks, the sea roaring below. A hand clamped her arm—firm, unyielding. She looked up into eyes like polished obsidian, framed by rain-slicked hair.

"You shouldn't be out here," he said, voice low over the gale. Elias, he called himself later, when the wind drove her to his lighthouse door. Inside, the air smelled of damp stone and burning peat. A single lantern flickered, casting jagged shadows on walls etched with old maps.

He handed her a towel, rough wool that scratched her skin. They sat by the fire's glow, flames popping like distant gunfire. "Locals say this place is cursed," she ventured, sipping bitter tea. His laugh was a rasp. "They say that about me too."

Night deepened. She glimpsed a faded photograph on the mantel: him, younger, arm around a woman with her eyes. Aria's stomach twisted. "Who was she?" He stiffened, fingers whitening on his mug. The fire dimmed as if holding its breath.

Outside, waves hammered the rocks like accusations. Elias paced, shadows clinging to his frame. "She vanished one storm like this. They blamed me—said I lured her here." His gaze pierced her. "Truth is darker."

Aria's pulse raced, the room shrinking. She reached for his hand, callused and warm. For a heartbeat, he didn't pull away—the air thickened with unspoken pull. Then a knock shattered it: frantic fists on the door.

"Elias! The tide's rising—lights out at the cove!" A villager's shout, muffled by wind. He yanked open the door, night swallowing him. Aria followed, heart pounding. At the cliff's edge, lantern beams swept the foam—and caught something bobbing in the waves. A figure, pale hand raised. Hers?

Elias froze beside her, breath ragged. "Not again." The sea whispered promises no one should hear.