On the edge of a rugged coastline stood a lighthouse that had been decommissioned for decades. But when journalist Alex arrived in the small village to investigate a series of mysterious disappearances, he discovered that the lighthouse’s lamp still shone every night, despite being powered by nothing. Locals whispered about a prophecy: the light would predict tragedies and warn the village of impending doom. Determined to uncover the truth, Alex climbed to the top and found journals, coded messages, and signs pointing to an ancient ritual linked to the sea itself. As the final storm approached, Alex realized that the lighthouse wasn’t just a warning—it was a test, and failure would have consequences far beyond the village.
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