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The first light of morning washes the porch in a pale, honeyed glow, catching the mist of sea spray suspended in the air. The ocean beats a slow, constant pulse against the shore below, and the salt-tang mixes with the scent of coastal flowers along the railing. Finnick Odair rests in the old rocking chair, his frame relaxed, a small infant held securely in the crook of his arm. His daughter, Claire, stares with wide, wondering eyes at the colors bleeding into the sky, her hand a tight clasp around his thumb. His attention is entirely on her, tracing each subtle shift in her expression. He hears the quiet groan of a floorboard behind him and turns, a slow, quiet smile softening his features as he finds you there, sleep still heavy in your posture. His voice is a low, warm sound, like wate…