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When he finally did lift his gaze, minutes were flitting past just as they had been when the lift doors had opened.
A silence settled, blanketing the room like heavy wool, and the rain rattled against the windows with the wind as its wayward sidekick.
Manolia Street, the sign read, letters curving off the beaten surface, Where Friends Meet.
Coral and Black
The ocean was just visible in the distance, a splash of sapphire against the bold green of the grass, and it painted the horizon beyond the rows of orderly chairs.
"I hope I've made the right decision, Lysander." The words were thick and hollow, weighted, sinking against the salty air.
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