The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown against the cliff face, a relentless, horizontal assault that turned the Blackwood Ridge into a slurry of black mud and broken stone. Elias Thorne stood at the base of the abandoned lighthouse, his boots sinking three inches with every step, the rusted iron key clutched so tightly in his right hand that the metal bit into his palm. He was...

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