I sprint down the street away from Hadrian's house, passing mansion after mansion, their grand gated entrances lit by hanging lamps.
After about five minutes of running down the long tree-lined road, I slow down, comfortable that I'm far away enough to risk walking. I pause to get my bearings.
From where I'm standing, I can just make out the far-away lighthouse tower - a white pinnacle rising above the treetops and low buildings in the distance.
The dark cloud cover that was blocking out the stars earlier in the evening has lifted, allowing the starlight to bathe the night in silvery brightness. The lighthouse tower seems to almost shine and shimmer like a tongue of white fire against the blackness of the night sky.
Assuming I don't have to take any detours and can walk in a fairly str
