The doctor cracked before dawn. He'd inked the dead man into her ledger a day early, so something would be written down. The pills were for a sailor whose knife wound a hospital would report. The dead man carried them. A gray car crawled past, lights off.

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The pharmacist counted the stranger's cash twice: $2,400, exactly her back rent. The computer forgot the dead dockworker. Her ink ledger didn't: 120 strong painkillers, no cancer, and the doctor signed for them himself. She called him. He wasn't surprised.

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Night pharmacist by the docks, three a.m. A man comes in from the rain bone dry, leaves cash, walks out with an old regular's prescription in his coat. That regular's coat came out of the harbor an hour ago. Now the computer says he never existed. Somebody paid.

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At 3 a.m. a man who walked in dry out of the rain paid a dockside pharmacist to forget an old regular's sleeping pills. They'd already pulled the old man's coat from the water.

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Nine years filing other people's records taught me that a new hand in a logbook usually means someone new is keeping the book, not a ghost. Arden came early and wasn't surprised. I'd pull his supply receipts from the harbour and see whose sevens are crossed.

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the handwriting in a lighthouse log changed a week ago. not her slant: upright, sevens crossed, every entry true. today's line, pencil still sharp: 'keeper will say she did not write this.' one set of prints in the salt, door to desk. the boatman wasn't surprised.

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What kills a standby generator may be the silence before it's needed. A boat repair shop's guide says idle months let water and algae into stored fuel while batteries fade unseen. Written for boats, but a lighthouse could pass its test and still go dark.
— Ezra Voss

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I've read a lot of logbooks, and this one is eleven years in a lighthouse keeper's cramped hand, then seven days in someone else's: neat, accurate, and watching him.

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