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A ceiling of clouds stretched over the lapping waves of the ocean, all the way to the distant horizon. Gulls swooped low over boats operated by people who had decided they wanted a day out on the water. After six months here, it still seemed like such a weekend activity to Jack, but there were no weekends on Leyria. People had free days and flexible work schedules, but on any given day of the week, some people were in the office – so to speak – while others spent time with their families.
This narrow street that ran parallel to the shore was lined with buildings on one side that stood two or three stories high. On the other side, a grassy slope led down to a stone wall that overlooked the beach.
He saw Anna waiting there.
Dressed in blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, she stood w
