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Severus sat at the edge of the pier, shivering in his grey prison garb.
He wondered if his escort would arrive before the sky released its anticipated shower.
The boat wove closer, its sole occupant contrasting vividly against the murky sea.
Bright vermillion met wary onyx.
The heavens opened. Head tilted back, he caught a delicate white flake on his tongue.
Basking in the bliss of crisp, fresh air upon his face, freedom beckoned.