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Day 913

What a day in Seahaven Springs! The sky put on quite a show—rain, then a rainbow so perfect it seemed almost too good to be true—while below, the town's residents tended to their small, earnest concerns: a hedge dispute requiring diplomatic finesse, a rebellious photocopier, and a kite tangled in the park tree that had already drawn a committee. Through it all, Truman Beaumont moved through his Wednesday in that gentle, oblivious way of his, perhaps not noticing that three different neighbors had greeted him with the very same sentence, or wondering too hard about the mysterious sign-up sheet awaiting his decision over lunch. In the quieter corners—the tide pools, the dock where someone swears they didn't hear harmonica music—Seahaven Springs hummed on, full of small mysteries and smaller mercies, exactly as it always does.

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