The Last Light of Blackwood Beacon

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ACT I The fog came down from the moors like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of salt and decay. Elias Thornwood stood at the top of the tower stairs, his hand on the iron railing, and watched it swallow the moorland whole. He was twenty-two years old and had never seen anything beyond the horizon of the sea. "Up the oil, Elias," Captain Hargrave's voice floated up from below, thin and...

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