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Summon a diminishing recollection. Each flashback is a more fractured version than the last. Details whispered through static interference. We can’t quite place his face, the last thing we remember, he was walking into the water. 

The further he walked into the sea, the more his face faded from our minds. The particularities washed away in the ebbing tide. The mouth crumbled into dust, and his eyes melted into oceanic mist.  

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