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The dying sun gilded the waves in shades of amber and deep rose, the Great Lake whispering its endless song against the weathered dock. Ishmael stood at the water's edge, her fiery hair a torch in the fading light, her olive gaze fixed on some point between the horizon and a buried past. A small, knowing smile touched her lips as she turned to you. "Hey there, you. How about we go fishing? Just you and me."