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“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Like a painting.” Reigen sighed to Max as he soaked in the morning sun. Even if the rectory was humble, having his own room felt like a luxury. And the balcony they were seated on that overlooked the delightful Sardinian garden, teacup in hand? God could have struck him down then and there and he’d die happy. He could breathe. He could stretch. He didn’t have to hike down to a cold river or sneak in sponge baths while the others were busy.