How convenient.
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Nestled on the outskirts of Munich, Julian's orphanage stood as a sentinel in a forgotten town. Time seemed to have bypassed this place, leaving behind gravel roads whispering of bygone eras and buildings stoic in their age, likely a century old. The very air held a quietude that spoke of generations who had lived, loved, and passed on within these same boundaries, venturing no further than the bridge leading to the next closest town.
For the past week, the heavens had opened above the tiny town, unleashing an endless torrent of rain. Today was no different, a heavy downpour drumming a relentless rhythm on the rooftops. Thankfully, a well-maintained drainage system channeled the excess water efficiently, preventing a flood and ensuring everything flowed smoothly towards the sea.
