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THE LAST LIGHTWritten byYour Name
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EXT. LIGHTHOUSE - NIGHT
Rain needles the black Atlantic. A lighthouse leans into the wind, its beam sweeping over empty water.
Inside the lantern room, MARA VOSS, 40s, steadies a trembling cup beside the radio.
MARA
(into radio)
Station Twelve calling harbor. The light is out past the shoals.
Only static answers. Then—a faint, deliberate knock from below.
MARA
INT. KEEPER'S QUARTERS - LATER
A row of photographs shivers against the wall. In every one, the sea has been scratched away.
EXT. CLIFF ROAD - DAWN