It is late October 1987 on the eastern edge of Lake Superior. The Whitefish Point Lighthouse has guided ships past the graveyard of the Great Lakes for over a century. But that autumn, something changed. The new keeper, a man named Harlan Finch, arrived alone and refused all company. Luna's uncle, a retired fisherman, told her stories over coffee at the diner in Paradise, Michigan—of lights seen where no light should be, of ships drifting without crew, of a fog that smelled of wet iron and old salt. She drove up one night to see for herself. The lighthouse was dark. The beam never swept. But something else moved inside the tower—something that had been waiting for the keeper to stop looking out, and start looking down. This is a story about what silence sounds like when it has weight. About the last night a beacon ever burned on that point, and the man who chose to keep the dark company.
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