Driand was not a writer, but this day would be different from the others. Driand lived in a modern, large home just outside the city, and he was much more affluent than most people in his society.
He lived alone.
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But he was never lonely. In fact, he enjoyed a rather tranquil life. His home was built on top of a small but elegant hill, along the lake. The beautiful, wall-size windows in his master bedroom faced east, so that every morning Driand would wake to the warmth and brightness of sunlight.
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