I. THE LIGHTHOUSE OF EMPTY PROMISE
The storm had been blowing for three days when Thomas MacLeod finally reached the island. It was a rock, really—not an island in any meaningful sense. A jagged tooth of basalt jutting from the grey Atlantic like a broken finger. The lighthouse stood at its highest point, a black stone tower that had outlived three keepers before him. Thomas did not know this. He only knew that Old Silas had...
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