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Rain pours down from the open heavens and it seems intent in drenching you down to your bones. Holding your hat to your head, you push your way across the beach, squinting through the rain and heavy winds to see Elliot’s cabin only a few metres away. You pick up pace, shuffling through the sands to land on Elliot’s doorstep. You raise your fist and knock rapidly, hoping he’s inside so you can stave the worst of the storm out inside.
Suddenly the door swings open and Elliot appears, looking rather surprised and concerned to see you drenched at his doorstep.
“Farmer! Please come in!” He ushers you inside before you can speak, wincing to himself a little at the damp sand on your shoes on his clean floors.
His cabin is comfy and small. With a bed in one corner, a writers desk at it’s end, a small kitchenette at one end with something on the stove (it smells amazing), a door leading to the bathroom and a standing piano against the wall. There’s a fire going in one corner, behind the glass of an old fireplace.
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