The Lighthouse of Pale Echoes
The island of Omen was a jagged tooth of black basalt rising from a churning, slate-grey Atlantic. It was a place where the wind didn't blow; it screamed, carrying with it the salt of a thousand shipwrecks. At the island's highest point stood the Pharos, a lighthouse whose beam didn't warn ships away from the rocks, but guided them toward a specific, terrifying frequency of light. The Keeper...
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