The Pressure at Sixty Fathoms
William Hartley had been dead for eleven days. The fever that swept through Marazion had taken him, as it had taken seventeen others, and now his fourteen-year-old son stood in the lantern room of the Bell Rock Light with salt crusted on his cheeks and the great Fresnel lens turning behind him like a mechanical heart. The villagers had sent a man to check on the boy. Old Tom Hedges rowed out...
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