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Elias stood on the observation deck of the Big Surf Beach pier, the salt spray sticking to his leather jacket. He looked out at the city skyline—a jagged row of art deco skyscrapers and rusted industrial cranes slicing into the orange haze of the setting sun. But he wasn’t looking at the buildings. He was looking at the word floating in the sky above them. burnout paradise font