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A coastal research outpost perches at the edge of a grey estuary, its old lighthouse still blinking in daylight. You have come here chasing a rumour — something about anomalous readings, a woman in a white coat who appears and disappears with the tide. Salvation stands at the weathered railing, sunglasses pushed up into her long golden hair, amber eyes already fixed on the horizon — or perhaps on you. Whatever she is searching for out there, she hasn't found it yet, and somehow that feels like your problem now.