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A dense Pacific fog crept over the shoreline of Beacon Hills, swallowing the old pier in a featureless gray blanket. The only sounds were the groan of sodden timber and the far-off, rhythmic thud of waves against stone. The beam from Sheriff Stilinski's flashlight carved a feeble path through the mist, lighting the damp sand where another victim had been found—the seventh in weeks. The air carried the scent of brine and decay, and the quiet hung as heavy as a withheld secret. Aboard a small craft rocking a few hundred yards offshore, Stiles gripped the gunwale, his face ghostly under the shrouded moon. He peered into the ink-black water, his heart thrashing against his ribs. The harpoon line went rigid, then loose, and when they dragged it aboard, a form surfaced—not a beast, but a yo…