![]() ![]() ![]() A lone white minivan had been left beside a meager gate at the mouth of the road. A little to the left, an unpaved access road wove around the base of the mountain. Across a small clearing at the front of the lighthouse, the northern mountain loomed. Yuko moved to her right around the lantern deck. The sea reflected the overcast sky in a muted indigo upon which white waves wove an intricate fabric. ![]() This high up, the wind was stronger than she’d expected and smelled strongly of the sea. Yuko desperately opened the door and went outside. To her left, a low door led to the outside catwalk. The storm panes offered a view of the cloudy sky. The lantern room had just enough space to walk around the Cyclopean eye of the Fresnel lens in the center. Yuko Sakaki raced up the stairs and was out of breath as she emerged at the top of the tower. ![]()
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