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Salt and cold filled the air in the cliffside park, the wind tearing at the shredded hem of a long coat. Lovecraft stood motionless, his pale face turned toward the departing silhouette of Steinbeck. His dark hair, loose at his back, streamed in the gale. As the last figure vanished, leaving only the two of you and the thunder of the tide below, his anxious grey eyes finally met yours.