#if you see me play the rest of my decades challenge here mind ur business

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Somewhere off the coast of Brindleton, 1917. 

  The mere thought of Windenburg was enough to make Paul sick. He had made up his mind as soon as he returned to the townhouse, barren of any life it was once full of.

  So he got to writing letters. 

  Letters to his grieving family, who he hoped to soon see more of. 

  Letters to Brindleton’s newest lighthouse keeper, inquiring if anyone had moved into the O’Sullivan house since Eamon had passed away. 

  And letters to an old friend, wondering if she would even respond to his strange request. 

  But luckily, Paul’s letters, and prayers, were answered. 

  His mother and father were elated for his return, making all the necessary preparations for their son and grandchildren’s arrival. 

  The lighthouse keeper denied any knowledge of occupancy in the old house. He himself had taken up shack in the lighthouse, instead. 

  And for some strange reason, his old friend wrote him back. And told him that the house was his, if he desired. 

  Katie wrote only the most formal of letters, and signed it Miss O’Sullivan, as all the proper governesses did. But through her scholarly prose, Paul could sense the most subtle bit of excitement in his friend’s letter, welcoming him back into his old life with open arms. 

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