The cult stood in the surf and prayed with their leader. He stood on a rock, well out of the spray, and commanded the sea. With his saffron robes of office and perfectly coiffed mustache, he looked the part.
“Soon, my brothers! See the lights on the horizon? They are coming for us! I promised you a miracle, and it is coming!”
Earlier that day, he had gone up to the lighthouse and knocked out the light. It takes a lot of work to successfully predict the future, but the investment was worth it.
Now his ship would come in.

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