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Reunion
It was still seven o'clock in the morning but the rain had begun to fall, and the droplets hitting the asphalt and the wood fences of houses, could be heard through the excruciating silence of the street. The place was all that could be expected of Amber Bay: discreet, simple, but with an air of refinement. The streets, dotted with orange leaves, were quickly taken by the fog of an unexpected rain. Spite of its facade be painted in a dark red tone, the white windows with thin traces of some old gold paint, beyond the small garden that was in front, softened the hot color of the building.
The winds howled, and yet she stood there, stop, examining every centimeter of that street. All of those who passed by, asked who could be that
Reunion
It was still seven o'clock in the morning but the rain had begun to fall, and the droplets hitting the asphalt and the wood fences of houses, could be heard through the excruciating silence of the street. The place was all that could be expected of Amber Bay: discreet, simple, but with an air of refinement. The streets, dotted with orange leaves, were quickly taken by the fog of an unexpected rain. Spite of its facade be painted in a dark red tone, the white windows with thin traces of some old gold paint, beyond the small garden that was in front, softened the hot color of the building.
The winds howled, and yet she stood there, stop, examining every centimeter of that street. All of those who passed by, asked who could be that