By two in the morning, the convoy had left the chaotic energy of San Francisco behind, driving twelve miles south along the coastal cliffs of Highway 1 to the secluded seaside sanctuary of Pacifica. Perched atop a rugged granite promontory high above the churning surf of the Pacific Ocean stood the *Cliffside Horizon*—a boutique mid-century hotel hidden behind towering eucalyptus trees and wild coastal scrub. The night air was cool,…
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