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Fog hugged the harbor; lantern beams trembled against wet cobblestones. A fisherman found the body, face pale beneath cold kelp. Detective Marlow arrived, coat heavy with rain, boots muddy still. Crowds gathered at distance, umbrellas like small black flowers tonight. No blood stained the shore; only footprints and cigarette ashes. A scarf, striped and frayed, floated beside a driftwood cross. Neighbors whispered names: strangers, lovers, debts—everyone avoided admitting familiarity openly. Marlow knelt, probing the sand with fingers like careful pliers. His notebook remained dry; facts arrived slower than rumor today. Someone watched from the lee of the warehouse door silently.