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... r the coast of Felixstowe, swallowing the landscape in silver and silence. The North Sea churned below, its black waters restless beneath the midnight sky. Only the distant hum of muggle machinery broke the stillness — the faint pulse of cranes and port lights that blinked through the storm like tired eyes.
At the edge of that lonely shoreline, Landguard Point Lighthouse stood — a pale spire against the storm, watching the eastern approach to England like a sentinel that had outlived emp ...
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