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Rising from a black sand shore, a broken lighthouse tilts precariously. Its beacon glows a sickly green, casting restless shadows across rotting shipwrecks scattered along the coastline. Once inside, spiral stairs ascend past walls scrawled with cryptic messages, each step slick with algae. At the top, the beacon chamber hums with unnatural energy. Empty lanterns dangle from corroded chains, and a rusted mechanism ticks erratically next to a strange sea-chart that moves on its own. , aidmabaldursgate3