The lighthouse door opened slowlyWarm golden light spilled across the stone floor.The keeper stepped aside."Come in. The tide will be high soon."We followed.Inside, the lighthouse was nothing like I expected.There were no weapons.No treasure.No ancient machines.Only shelves filled with journals, old bells, maps, and hundreds of tiny lanterns.Each lantern had a name written beneath it.Noah stopped immediately."Are these connected to the people we've met?"The keeper smiled."Some.""Others belong to people you've never heard of."Hope walked closer.One tiny lantern caught her attention.Its label read:Friend.Her heart skipped."You know them?""I know their light."The keeper carefully lifted the lantern."It began shining many years ago.""Long before you reached the village."Hope touched the glass gently."Why?""Because Friend kept opening the door."The keeper returned the lantern to its place."Every time someone arrived tired, frightened, or alone, Friend gave the
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