A winter gale batters the shores of a remote island. Inside its lighthouse, dinner is served for three. The stew is still warm. The logbook lies open, a sentence cut short mid-word. By the door, three pairs of boots are set neatly, ready for a return that never came. The only clue left behind is a profound and unsettling silence—the sound of a routine, a life, snapped in an instant.
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