The Abyssal Pact
The village of Oakhaven clung to the cliffs of the Cornish coast like a barnacle to a rock, forever besieged by a grey, churning Atlantic that seemed to hunger for the land. I lived in the lighthouse, a lonely pillar of salt-stained stone where the wind howled in a language only the mad and the desperate could understand. I was a scholar of the forbidden, a man who had spent twenty years...
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