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The passenger seat of his blue coupe was empty save for a brown leather shoulder bag, but both cup holders were filled with half-drunk coffee cups. The wrapper from a bag of honey-roasted peanuts lay near the ashtray. Richard twirled a fabric violet in his fingers as he twisted the steering wheel left and right to navigate the curvy decline. Before he knew it, the trees had cleared from around him, and the shoreline appeared at the end of the slope. The road ended shortly into the clearing, where it curved into a gravel lot. Across from the lot sat a mossy stone house.