Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ93HNJYHXE15N2B0EZCZP4

The old lighthouse stood alone at the edge of town, its beam cutting through the thick November fog. Nobody had visited the lighthouse keeper, Mr. Aldous Finch, for three long weeks until young Sara arrived. Sara climbed the winding iron staircase slowly, her lantern casting strange dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. At the very top, she pushed open the heavy wooden door and immediately felt something was terribly wrong. The room was completely overturned, papers scattered everywhere, and a half-eaten meal sat rotting on the table. Then she saw him, slumped against the far wall, his pale hand clutching a torn red envelope. Sara pressed her back against the door frame, her breath coming out in short and desperate little gasps. She forced herself to step closer, her boots crunching on broken glass that covered the entire stone floor. The envelope in his hand bore a single word, written in dark ink that Sara prayed was not blood. Outside, the foghorn moaned across the black water, as if the sea itself already knew the terrible truth.