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Twilight in a Norwegian Fjord "As the last rays of sunlight fade behind towering cliffs, the deep waters of the fjord turn an inky blue. A wooden dock stretches out into the stillness, its surface slick with mist. An old rowboat drifts untethered, gently knocking against the pier. Tiny lights flicker in the windows of distant hillside cabins, their reflections trembling on the water’s surface. The air is sharp with the scent of pine and brine, and in the distance, something—perhaps an animal, perhaps the wind—lets out a low, echoing call."