Gary’s grandfather was a very rich person and he inherited a gigantic piece of land with many trees and meadows near the mountain.
When he became old enough to take care of them his father gave everything to him as a gesture of fatherly love- thus Gary used to live a decent life.
He remembers, when he used to go to the nursery crossing those meadows, half paved roads, crossing a curved bridge- by holding hand of his grandmother, they used to pass by the sea where there was a very old lighthouse standing alone, like a fortress.
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Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.