“Strange, beautiful sight, I admit, but eerie, somehow. Doesn’t it strike you that way, Gould? Those long shadows, all that thick gray moss swinging from the trees like dead men’s beards?”

“No, sir. I like it.”

Lighthouse by Eugenia Price

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