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@Aidan's thumb slowly rotates @Coin a quarter turn, catching the grey light on its worn face; his fingers adjust their grip once. The coin tilts. Faint sawdust motes drift downward through the window light behind the hand. Camera locked with the faintest organic micro-drift. Focus holds on the coin throughout. Real-time, unhurried, no other movement. AUDIO: the dry gritty scrape of the bronze coin against calloused fingertips, close and intimate. Around it, the hollow ambience of a wooden boat shed — faint sea wind pressing the walls, a loose sheet of corrugated roofing ticking somewhere overhead, one distant gull. No speech. No music. Natural diegetic sound only.