Chapter 8
The Legend of the Lighthouse
He explains the legend surrounding his family and the lighthouse. A treasure, lost for decades, is said to be hidden somewhere along the coast, its significance far beyond material wealth.
The air in the old lighthouse tasted of salt and time, a potent blend that clung to Aïcha’s senses as Yanis’s words hung in the dim, circular space. The single beam of moonlight, slicing through a grimy pane, painted a silver stripe across his face, highlighting the shadows that seemed permanently etched around his eyes. She held the faded photograph, its edges softened with age, the image of the young man with the familiar, haunted gaze a stark echo in the present.
“My grandfather,” Yanis confirmed, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate with the weight of unspoken history. He didn’t look at the photo, his gaze fixed on the rough stone wall as if searching for answers within its very mortar. “And the lighthouse… it has always been a part of our story.”
Aïcha’s heart, which had been thrumming with a mixture of trepidation and wonder, now beat a steady, insistent rhythm against her ribs. The mystery that had drawn her to this desolate place, that had ensnared her with Yanis’s enigmatic presence, was beginning to unravel, thread by fragile thread. “Your family were the keepers?” she ventured, her voice barely a whisper.
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