Part 3: The Second Light
Three weeks later, the beam came on again, this time at midnight, in a clear sky. Dell's nephew, out alone in a skiff, saw it and turned for shore. A minute later, a rogue swell broke over the exact spot where he'd been drifting.
Mara was already running up the stairs. This time she made it to the top while the lamp was still warm. The table held a new line: Shoals shifted. Tell them to stay north.
She sat down hard. Tobias had never been a man for riddles. Whoever was writing wanted something done.