
The Last Light of Summer
The salt air clung to Clara’s skin as she adjusted the lens of the lighthouse, her fingers raw from the cold. The sea roared below, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She had always found comfort…
The salt air clung to Clara’s skin as she adjusted the lens of the lighthouse, her fingers raw from the cold. The sea roared below, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. She had always found comfort…