The Distant Legend
The tide went out from St. Levan's Point like a held breath finally released, exposing rocks that hadn't seen sunlight in three hundred years. Edmund Ashford-Cross stood at the lighthouse railing—rusted iron, cold as a grave—and watched the Atlantic drag its heavy skirts across the Cornish shore. Eleven months. Eleven months since Grandfather Silas vanished from this exact spot, leaving behind...
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