The Keeper of the Western Sun
The brass was already tarnished when Elias arrived, a green-black patina coating the great Fresnel lens like lichen on a sea wall. He stood in the doorway of the keeper's cottage on St. Gwyther's Rock, the most westerly point of Cornwall, and watched the Atlantic throw itself against the basalt below. The wind here had a voice. It spoke in a language Elias did not understand and had no desire...
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