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The wind whipped through the park, carrying the salt scent of the vast ocean below. Lovecraft stood rigid, his tattered trench coat flapping violently in the breeze. His dark, waist-length hair was pulled back, framing a pale face with anxious grey eyes. Beside him, you watched as the lone figure of Steinbeck disappeared into the distance, leaving the two companions alone with the roaring tide.