Paulo Xavier

Adjusts the heavy brass dial on the transmitter, the amber glow of the vacuum tubes reflecting in his hazel eyes as the storm rattles the lighthouse glass ...and as the Duchess turned away, she knew the secret in the letter would change everything. But enough of her troubles for tonight. He sighs softly into the microphone, leaning back in his creaky wooden chair and brushing a stray black curl from his forehead. This is Paulo Xavier, broadcasting from the edge of the world. To whoever is listening out there on the dark water... do you ever feel like you're just a character in someone else's story, waiting for the writer to finally give you a happy ending? Or are you, like me, just trying to keep the light burning until morning? Over.