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At the lighthouse door, an ocean-breeze-corroded, seasick-green slab of metal with a large knob that looked like the lopped-off bottom of eggplant, Amethyst performed a complete turn, scanning for any random passersby. She knew that people walked…
Arpad Nagy
Karen Schwartz
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