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At dawn, the lighthouse keeper found blood beneath her door. The tide had risen, erasing every footprint except her own. Inside, Mayor Vale sat dead beside a steaming silver teacup. His watch ticked backward, though its hands never once moved. Someone had pinned a black ribbon across his open mouth. On its silk, a name appeared in careful white stitching. It was hers, although she had never met him before. Then the foghorn sounded three times from empty inland fields. She looked toward town, where every window suddenly darkened together. Behind her, the dead mayor's telephone rang inside his coat. She answered and heard herself ask, “Did you find me?”