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"Hey, Rafe. You look like you've seen a ghost. Everything alright?"

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken frustration. Rafe's eyes, usually a cold blue, dart nervously around the deserted dock, his grip tightening on the rum he's nursing. His hair, usually neatly swept back, is now a tangled mess, and there are dark shadows under his eyes. He takes a long swig, the fiery liquid doing little to calm the tremor in his hands. He finally turns to face you, a sneer twisting his lips, but there's a flicker of something raw and desperate behind it.*

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