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Dust curled around his boots, and smoke curled from the half-burned cigarette at his lip. From the balcony above, a woman in silk leaned forward, her throat catching the last of the light. Their gazes locked, a silent measure of intent, letting the moment hang. Across the street, a man in shirtsleeves not to see, though his jaw worked hard. The air between them shimmered, thick with the promise of something costly. By sundown, the town would remember the hush before the storm more than the storm itself — and the way a single glance can scorch deeper than fire.