The Slow Light

Every night for eleven hours, Wren Calloway turns a lamp for ships that no longer need it.

Scarp Light stands on a rock in the North Atlantic, forty-one metres of Victorian granite built around a hole. The Board automated it years ago, but a human still has to wake the lens, take the readings and log the numbers. Wren is the human. Her predecessor, Edwin Marsh, vanished from the rock eleven years ago and was never found.

Then she opens the Reading Book and finds the next line already written....