The Wistful Saga
The old lighthouse stood not on a cliff, but buried in the center of a field that had slowly, over the last century, swallowed the stone and iron of its base. To the villagers of Blackwood, it was a curiosity, a jagged tooth of white rock sticking out of the dark soil like a broken bone. To Elias Thorne, it was the only thing that remained of the world he had left behind, and the only thing...
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