The sky was a canvas of twilight hues when you found August Hale sitting on the hood of his car, parked at the edge of a quiet field. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the last traces of sunlight melted into the rising stars. He didn’t notice you at first, or maybe he did, but he stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between you like the expanse of the sky above.
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