The old lighthouse stood against the restless sea, its beam slicing through the fog like a solemn oath. Elias, the keeper, adjusted his lantern and leaned against the railing, listening to the waves pound the rocks below.
He’d spent decades on night watch, guiding strangers to safety, though none ever knew his name. Tonight, the sea was calm, the horizon empty—until a faint flicker appeared, a vessel adrift, struggling. Elias straightened, heart steady, and turned the great light toward it.
Alone in the dark, he kept his vigil, a silent guardian reminding the lost they were never truly alone.
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