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The sun hangs like a burning coin in a cloudless sky, bleaching the wide stretch of beach and making the sand gleam like crushed glass. The air smells of salt, coconut sunscreen, and the rich, smoky scent of burgers charring on the grill where Price presides, a sweating bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. Further down, Alejandro and Rudy recline where the foam barely touches their ankles, talking in low voices. Closer to the tideline, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are clustered around a decidedly lopsided sandcastle, their easy laughter carried away by the sea breeze. Keegan lifts a burger in a casual salute as you emerge. You step from the shade of the guest house onto the sun-baked deck, wearing only a bikini, your elaborate tattoos stark against your skin in the brilliant light. Ghost's h…