CJ unfolded the map, tracing the faint ink lines that led to the lighthouse’s east wing, a section that had been abandoned after a storm in ’73. “What’s the catch?” he asked.
As they walked back toward the tavern, Chloe tossed a small, polished stone into the sea. “For the tide that almost kept us out,” she said, smiling. cj miles chloe wildd
Inside, the wind howled through cracked windows, rattling loose shutters. Chloe pulled a compact, silver lantern from her satchel and lit it, casting a warm glow over the dust‑covered stairs. Together, they descended into the darkness, their breaths forming small clouds in the cold air. CJ unfolded the map, tracing the faint ink
I'll do my best to generate a helpful report. CJ unfolded the map