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And there, sitting on an overturned crate, was a man who had been dead for fifteen years.

Valerica didn’t move. “You died.”

The official report said accidental drowning. Valerica, age ten, had said nothing. But she’d watched the tide pull his footprints away, and something inside her had calcified into stone. She drove nine hours to the coast, past towns that blurred into salt-stained memory. The lighthouse stood exactly as she remembered: whitewashed, skeletal, its beacon long dark. The door wasn’t locked. Inside, the air tasted of rust and old rain. valerica steele dad

She stared at the vial. “You’ve been… trapped?” And there, sitting on an overturned crate, was