Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ93WNJ9BV7FZX28AMVM5PK

The old lighthouse stood alone at the edge of town, its broken light casting shadows across the cold November shore. Nobody had visited the lighthouse keeper, Edmund Fray, for nearly three weeks, which struck his neighbor as deeply troubling. Margaret Hollis pushed open the rusted iron gate, her lantern flickering wildly against the sharp and unforgiving coastal wind. She had brought Edmund his usual Tuesday delivery of bread, salted fish, and the local paper he always loved. The door swung open before she could knock, revealing a dark hallway that smelled of copper and something far worse. Her lantern illuminated the stone floor where a single muddy boot print led toward the winding staircase above her head. Margaret called out Edmund's name twice, but only the groaning walls and the distant crashing waves answered her trembling voice. She climbed the narrow stairs slowly, gripping the cold rope railing, each wooden step crying out beneath her cautious feet. At the top, the lamp room door stood wide open, and Edmund Fray lay motionless beside his beloved brass telescope.