The Quiet Year
ACT I — THE BEGINNING Thomas MacReady had kept the lighthouse for forty years. Forty years of wind and salt and darkness, watching the Atlantic throw itself against the Newfoundland coast with the same indifferent fury it had displayed since the ice retreated ten thousand years ago. He was seventy-two. His hands were cracked from salt and cold and age. His ears rang with a permanent hum from...
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