The Decoy of Gull Rock

Through the driving fury of the blizzard, the crimson flares drifted slowly toward the churning Atlantic swells, casting a sick, blood-red luminescence across the frothing breakers. From the high watchtower of Morven Keep, Evangeline Sinclair adjusted the brass focus ring of the coastal telescope. Her breath hitched in her throat as the mist parted for a fleeting second, revealing the grim, menacing reality advancing through the storm. Three massive, iron-hulled…