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Prologue

“You have done what none could, Sandra,” Lady Maren said, bowing before the lighthouse. “We have guarded this secret for generations, but the time has come to share the burden.” sandra orlow

She was not a stranger to loss. Born in the bustling city of Lyrath, Sandra had spent her youth as a cartographer, mapping uncharted territories for a guild of explorers. When a fever claimed her brother and the guild dissolved, she turned her back on charts and compass needles, seeking a quieter life—one where she could hear her own thoughts over the clamor of the world. Prologue “You have done what none could, Sandra,”

The legend of Sandra Orlow lived on—not as a myth, but as a living promise that as long as someone is willing to hear the stone and tend the flame, the light will never falter. When a fever claimed her brother and the

The pages were filled with entries spanning centuries, each written by a different keeper. They spoke of storms weathered, ships saved, and a secret pact: the lighthouse was not merely a beacon for sailors, but a guardian for the sea itself. Its light kept a dark, primordial force—an abyssal tide—at bay. If the light ever went out, the tide would rise and swallow the coast.

Sandra, perched high in the tower, watched the waves slam against the cliffs. The lighthouse’s lantern sputtered under the wind’s assault. Remembering the ancient hum she’d heard, she whispered back, “We’re not alone.”

Sandra smiled, her eyes reflecting the sea’s calm after the tempest. “The lighthouse has a memory. All it needs is a willing ear.” Months passed, and Sandra’s reputation grew. Travelers stopped by Grayhaven just to catch a glimpse of the lighthouse that seemed to possess a soul. Yet, she felt something else—a lingering mystery beneath the tower.