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A two-panel page shows a tall, stone lighthouse on a rocky outcrop amidst a turbulent sea under a dark, cloudy sky, followed by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a dark coat and carrying a bag, looking up at the lighthouse as he thinks, “So this is it. The edge of the world.”
Elias, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, opens a wooden door to reveal a stormy sea outside, then stands inside a stone tower and observes his surroundings.
Elias climbs a spiral staircase inside a stone tower, and in a thought bubble, he notes the smell of oil and salt.
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A two-panel page shows a tall, stone lighthouse on a rocky outcrop amidst a turbulent sea under a dark, cloudy sky, followed by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a dark coat and carrying a bag, looking up at the lighthouse as he thinks, “So this is it. The edge of the world.”
Elias, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, opens a wooden door to reveal a stormy sea outside, then stands inside a stone tower and observes his surroundings.
Elias climbs a spiral staircase inside a stone tower, and in a thought bubble, he notes the smell of oil and salt.

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Elias begins his first day as the keeper of the lighthouse, discovering the strange properties of the light and the isolation of the island. He finds an old journal that hints at a mystery regarding the previous keeper.

Page 1

Panel 1: A tall, grey stone lighthouse stands on a dark, rocky island in a stormy sea, with waves crashing against the rocks under a heavily clouded sky. The light in the lighthouse is glowing orange. Panel 2: Elias, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a dark blue coat and carrying a brown messenger bag, stands with his back to the viewer, looking up at the base of the lighthouse which rises above him to the right. The sky behind him is dark with clouds. Elias: So this is it. Elias: The edge of the world.

Page 2

Cold. Like a tomb.

Page 3

The stairs go up and up. Cold air from above. Thump... thump... thump... Elias: Still smells of oil and salt. Someone left in a hurry. Above, the lantern room waits.