The village has strict rules about the lamp, and nobody will tell you why.
You took the winter posting for the quiet: a lighthouse on a bare rock, a small fishing village across
the sound, and a ferry once a week. The last keeper left in a hurry, and nobody will say where he went.
The people of Tolly Haven are kind, careful, and full of rules about the lamp — when to light it, which way it must
never face, what to do if someone knocks after dark. They won't tell you why. Keep the light burning through the
long northern nights, and learn what the village is so afraid of.
