The Keeper Of The Dawn
The Keeper of the Dawn The Farne Islands were not on any tourist map, and Thomas Blackwood was grateful for that. He had come to be forgotten, and the North Sea had obliged. The old keeper met him at the stone jetty with the smell of kerosene and salt already baked into his skin like a second coat. He carried no luggage, only a leather journal bound with cord that Thomas would later learn...
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