Lancaster sat to the north of the fountain. It was a local knowledge thing. Though the stone walkway was dry now, it was the time of day that the wind would kick up and blow a refreshing mist to the north. The way the fountain was designed, along with the adjacent docent building didn’t allow it to work in any other direction.
He loosened his tie and a p…
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