Keep the lamp lit. Keep the shutter shut. Don't ask the village why.
You took the winter posting for the quiet: one lighthouse, one rock, one small fishing village across
the sound, and a ferry once a week. The last keeper left in a hurry. Nobody will say where he went.
The people of Tolly Haven are kind, careful, and full of rules about the lamp — when to light it, which way it must
never face, what to do if someone knocks after dark. They won't tell you why. Keep the light burning through the long
northern nights, and learn what the village is so afraid of.
