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Kneel Before No One

You were only walking the beach to clear your own head when you saw him — a tall, broad-shouldered man in an expensive linen shirt, down on one knee in the wet sand, staring at nothing. There is no one else around. No crowd, no camera, no waiting answer — just a man and the ocean and something clearly, irreversibly broken. You could walk past. You almost do. But then he exhales, and the sound of it stops you cold.