The third night, Daniel could not sleep.
He lay on his narrow bed in the attic of the lighthouse keeper's cottage on Cape Ann and listened to the ocean. The sound was constant, a low groan that seemed to come from the earth itself, as if the planet were breathing and Daniel was sleeping on its chest. He had been unable to sleep for eight days. The sedatives Arthur had prescribed did nothing. The change of scenery the psychiatrist had...
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