Serenity
Months Later
They had spent the summer in Serenity, the little town that always seemed to hum with warmth and memory. Days at Big Red, the old studio, were long but fulfilling brushes clattering in jars, canvases leaning against every wall, and the smell of turpentine mixing with laughter. It was good to see all their friends again, to share meals after work and swap stories late into the night.
By the end of the season, the team had ac
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