Lighthouse Keepers Corner

The fog was thick and freezing. Ice crystallized on every spruce branch and ocean-sprayed rocky cleft. Akusha Island was wrapped up tight in an icy cloud. The Croman family must have huddled close for warmth in their rustic cabin, isolated forty miles north of Petersburg on the island they used as a fox farm.

The foxes depended on them for food and water but otherwise the critters ran free since it was too far to swim to another shore. Eventually the family would round them up and harvest their soft silver-blue pelts.

By the next morning the fog had thinned. As was often her habit, Dorothy Cro...