The sun was starting to dip behind the hills as Charles arrived at the villa. Pale stone walls glowed gold in the light, the shutters painted that soft Mediterranean blue he used to photograph obsessively. The air smelled of rosemary and ocean breeze. Somewhere nearby, glasses clinked and someone laughed too loudly.
He adjusted the strap of his camera bag across his chest, swallowed tightly, and stepped through the archway.

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