The Lighthouse at Dusk
The sun set over the Atlantic and painted the clouds in blood. Eleanor Ashworth stood on the cliff edge and watched the countdown appear across the sky — crimson digits, vast as mountains, visible from any point in the Highlands. 37 days. She had seen them four times now, always at sunset, always the same numbers, always fading by midnight. She recorded each appearance in her father's notebook,...
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