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The salty tang of the ocean clung to Rina’s skin as she stepped outside and let her gaze fall on the balcony below. The rental cottage offered no privacy from the sound of waves below, but the privacy she craved came from the distance.
The power flickered out as Rina finished her performance, leaving the theater bathed in the amber glow of the stage lights. She stepped into the cramped green room, the silence thick with the anticipation of the crowd.
The rooftop greenhouse cooled against Clara’s skin, the glass roof shielding them from the city below. Mateo stood beside her, watching the last traces of sunlight melt into the indigo canvas of the evening.
Selene wrapped the wool blanket around her body tighter as the wind screamed around the cedar cabin. Rain lashed the windows, turning the room into a cocoon of sound.
Maya sat with her knees pulled up to her chest on the worn couch beneath the dim gold lamplight, the scent of old paper hanging from the bookstore shelves mingling with the musk of her own perfume. She had just finished inventory, last book on the shelf accounted for, the store closed, and the apartment finally empty.
Mara smiled at the reflection as she adjusted the strap of her nightgown, watching the brass lamp cast elongated shadows across the worn kitchen walls. The scent of burnt butter and pine resin clung to the room from earlier; it was the same stuff her mom used to smoke on the roof terrace.
Jonas sat beside the window, dim light from the train compartment casting blue shadows across the seat and the small table between them. Emil had been sitting across from him for some time now, watching him with this quiet patience.
Vivian closed the storm window with a sigh, watching the rain whip through the pine branches. The cabin lights were low, casting honeyed gold over the worn quilt on her bed.
The train compartment lights were low when Rina closed the door behind her, not because she wanted to trap Owen, but because the silence after the dining car closed had already enclosed them. She stepped inside, noticing the way Owen's gaze lingered on the little pouch of pressed flowers beside her seat.
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