The Golden Crossing
The lighthouse stood against the gray sky like a broken bone. Elias climbed the stairs. His boots scuffed the spiral iron. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a scream. He was alone. He had been alone for three days. The radio was dead. The supply boat had not come. The fog was thick. It swallowed the sea. It swallowed the rocks. It swallowed him. He stopped at the lantern room door. His...
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