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I awoke at first light with a profound appreciation for the natural beauty of the place that yesterday had seemed like my worst nightmare. Alighting from the car, hugging myself against the morning chill, I stood at the cliff’s edge and absorbed the sweeping, breathtaking views of the jagged and dramatic coastline of the Pacific Ocean and its deep blue waters. Seagulls darted to and fro, diving for their morning breakfast as a cruise ship floated in the distance. I glanced down to see my Porsche halfway buried beneath the sea, looking very much the same as it did in the dark. There was no sign of Winston. I had to assume he was washed into the Sound. A disaster certainly, but his ending spared him from the debilitating physical decline from his illness and a possible life in prison.
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