"However, it was an undecided sort of building in certain ways. Its brightness would have some liken it to the aforementioned lighthouse; but was it a pulsing warning to stay away, or was it a beacon of life glistening in the sun and offering refuge? Most men couldn't decide and neither could Mike. These two options being unreconcilable, a duplicitous feeling emerged in most onlookers. They began to feel that one or the other, warning or welcome, had to be a lie; an attempt to cover up the truth. If it truly was a place of life, then the lie of warning was sent out to keep others away so they wouldn't have to share their riches. If it was truly a warning of danger, then the appearance of life was a lure to entice prey into some sort of snare. Either reality was untenable to most and so they simply avoided the place altogether." ( The Bastard Tree. M. C. Lang)
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