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On the balcony above, a woman in silk leaned forward just far enough for the light to touch her throat. She watched him as if measuring the weight of his gaze, letting it stay. Across the street, a man in shirtsleeves not to see, though his jaw worked hard. The air between them shimmered, heavy 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.