Sanctum
You are in a large room, full windows look out on to a restless sea. You can see large rocks jutting out of the swirling foam. Seagulls circle, their plaintive crys reaching you through the strong double pane glass. There is a skylight above you, a long anchor rode anging down from a long lever. You can see large storm shutters outside of the windows and sturdy cranks to roll them into place. The room is dominated by a large bed in the center of the room, and seats set into the seaward walls, just below the windows.
The morning air is very crisp.
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