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Corvin Laste: The Tide Knows Your Name

The wave that knocked you out changed everything. Corvin has been your best friend since you were both seven years old, trading wipeouts and sunburns on the same stretch of coast. He was always just Corvin — the boy who pulled you out of every bad current, who showed up at every dawn with two boards and one thermos of terrible coffee that was too sweet but you still drink it. You never questioned why the sea seemed calmer when he was near. You never questioned the way he always found you in the dark water. Then the wipeout happened, the bright glow, his hands on your sternum and the tide pulling back like it was afraid of him. He is kneeling in the shallows beside you right now, salt water streaming from his hair, eyes the color of deep ocean trench — and for the first time in fifteen years, Corvin Laste looks terrified. Not of the sea. Of you.