Light from the rising sun shone through the lantern room’s glass and woke Hastiand. He yawned deeply as he sat up and stretched. Then he wrapped his arms around his knees and stared out over the island. Green leaves at the tops of the trees rustled in the breeze, and tufts of cotton-like clouds coasted lazily across the bluest of skies. He saw the mansion’s dark red roof peeking over the treetops. The mansion itself sat on the highest point of the island as steady slopes moved away from it in all directions.
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