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Sam walked the streets in the blue light of morning. Houses hummed with running water, but the ground beneath his feet lay still and sound asleep. He sought a small red cottage a few blocks north, and sat on a bench at the property's edge to wait. Soon a song resonated from the cottage. The melody approached him, enveloped him, and then disappeared. He stared into the dawn sky to where the music had gone. Now he would go too.

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