The Light of the Void
Arthur was the keeper of the Blackrock Lighthouse, a lonely spire of stone on a jagged, forgotten edge of the Atlantic. He was a man of silence and routine, finding comfort in the predictable rhythm of the tides and the steady pulse of the beacon. Until the night of the Great Storm. In the chaos of the wind and waves, he had found a wounded white albatross, a bird of omen, its wing broken and...
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