The Code of Knowing
The lighthouse had been dark for twenty years when Duncan MacLeod arrived. It stood on a cliff edge in the Scottish Highlands, black against a sky that was always grey, always moving. He converted it into a school—not in any official sense, because there was no official sense for what he was doing. There was only the lighthouse, the sea, and the knowledge he was trying to pass on before it...
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