The next morning, early as it was, Gantang slowly woke up. She raised her gaze to the clock on the bedside table; the hands were pointing right at 7:00.
Though she had missed the magnificent sunrise she had hoped to see, the weather at that moment was just right—neither cold nor the least bit stifling.
This pleasant climate put Gantang in a cheerful mood. She got up quickly, finished washing up, and decided to head out to hunt for some good food and take the opportunity to look around.
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