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Dawn in Hayama was magical. The sun rises across the Miura Peninsula and for a while leaves the beaches on the western side in a bluish light. The light of the sun first emblazons Mt. Fuji, then the island of Enoshima, and slowly crawls through the dark blue bay, then it washes over the torii, the Shinto gate built on the rocks close to the coast, enflaming and engulfing it in a crimson colour. The beaches are next, and the dawn turns into morning as the first light reaches Turner’s house.
Lilian woke up when Turner climbed out of the bed. She sat up and watched him leaving the room. What the hell happened? Where did things go wrong? Or have they ever been all right? She sensed that her feelings toward Robert were not as strong as they had been a week ago, but she attributed it to his
