Your Eyes, My Beacon: Being an Account of Several Misadventures and How I Found My Way Home
Novelette 8,722 words
"She is light. Until she is not, and the lighthouse goes dark as the waves crash against the cliffside, the rocks at its foot jutting and jagged, a peril to even the most skilled navigators’ ships. “Fuck me,” I swear at the sudden black spot in my vision. The lighthouse, which burned so bright not half a second ago, was gone."
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Quasar links out; the story lives on Uncanny, where the author gets the click.