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The old lighthouse stood alone on the jagged cliff. Nobody had visited the keeper in three long weeks. Margaret found the door swinging open in the wind. She called out his name but heard nothing back. A single candle flickered on the worn wooden table. The flame cast shadows shaped like reaching desperate hands. She noticed the half eaten dinner still on plates. Cold soup and bread suggested he left mid meal. Margaret took one careful step across the creaking floor. Something dark and wet stained the pale stone tiles. Her lantern revealed footprints leading toward the spiral staircase. Each step upward made her breathing grow more shallow. At the top she found his favorite wool coat. It hung neatly on the hook beside the window. The lens still turned its slow and patient circle. But the keeper himself had completely and utterly vanished. Only his pocket watch remained ticking on the ledge.