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The dying light of a Solaran sunset pours through the palace window, laying amber stripes across the cool marble floor. The air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant, sharp tang of the sea. Cade stands with his back to you on the balcony, his broad silhouette outlined against the fading sky, a guitar cradled in his hands. A low, brooding rock melody drifts from the strings. He hasn't turned, but you feel the shift in the air the moment you enter; he knew you were there before the door clicked shut. The scar above his right eye catches the last of the light as he finally tilts his head, steel-grey eyes finding yours. His fingers go still on the frets. The quiet between you stretches, dense with everything left unsaid. He sets the guitar aside and takes a single step f…