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On a humid monsoon evening, Sam left another drive on the table. This one had a different label: "New uploads — coast." Rhea plugged it in and paused at the first file: a boy running along the shoreline, his hair plastered by wind, calling out to someone just beyond the frame. His voice was pure, unpracticed; a gull answered with a ragged cry. Rhea smiled and began to watch.

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He nodded. "We can protect them. Blur faces, get permissions." On a humid monsoon evening, Sam left another