Chapter One — The Lighthouse
The road to Mourne Cliff ended where the tarmac gave out, and from there it was gravel, then grass, then nothing but the wind. Mara left the car by the rusted gate and walked the rest of the way up, her grandfather’s keys cold in her fist.
The lighthouse was very old and it was on a cliff. It was very tall and the light at the top did not work anymore because no one had fixed it for a long time.