The Lighthouse at the Edge of Night
ACT I: THE EXILE The storm took three days to reach Land's End. Edgar Thorne felt it before he saw it—a deep, groaning pressure in his chest, the kind that preceded a ship's breakup. He stood on the cliff road, his sea chest at his feet, watching the Atlantic tear itself apart in the distance. The lighthouse keeper's boat never came. He walked. Three miles along the cliff path, boots slipping...
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