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It was an awfully nice evening, truth be told. And on evenings like this, Edward liked to indulge his more whimsical side - taking a stroll along the coast and watching the water crash against the island, even if at times that meant climbing up rocks or over fences.
The traditional ending for such a journey was the preserve, and it was there that Edward made the fatal error: he lingered. After all, the trees saved him from any threat of rainfall, and the water was awfully nice, even when it was only lit from the castle and the far-away moon.
He lingered, and watched, and eventually this would not end terribly well. For now, though, it was perfect.
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The traditional ending for such a journey was the preserve, and it was there that Edward made the fatal error: he lingered. After all, the trees saved him from any threat of rainfall, and the water was awfully nice, even when it was only lit from the castle and the far-away moon.
He lingered, and watched, and eventually this would not end terribly well. For now, though, it was perfect.
[[ largely establishy, but can be open to one particular dude he knows... ]]
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