Daylight was just beginning to spill over the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of gold. A cool breeze stirred the air, carrying the distant, gentle chirping of birds. Finn sat in a garden chair, a steaming cup of hot chocolate warming his hands. Before him on the table lay a notebook, its pages filled with his frantic scribbles and random notes.
When Finn had returned to the Hotel yesterday, it was already deep into the night. Lyra and
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