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The rugged, unforgiving coastline stretched out, a jagged wound against the pale sky. The late afternoon sun, a dying ember, cast long, skeletal shadows from the imposing cliffs that loomed like silent sentinels. Below, a small, unassuming boat bobbed near the shore, its presence a stark contrast to the isolated grandeur of the landscape. The water, reflecting the fading light, shimmered with a deceptive golden glow, a false promise of tranquility in this desolate and potentially ominous setting. One could almost feel the chill in the air, the sense of isolation, and the unsettling feeling that something wicked, something inevitable, was about to unfold.