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At the edge of a small coastal town stood an old lighthouse that few people still noticed.

For decades it had watched over the same grey horizon, its light turning slowly each night.

Inside the tower, the stairs creaked softly with every step.

Dust gathered along the narrow windows that faced the open sea.

From the top, the view stretched endlessly in every direction.

Waves moved in steady patterns below, crashing against the rocks with patient rhythm.

Anyone standing there long enough would begin to understand why sailors once trusted that quiet light.