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The rain pelted the lighthouse gallery as I leaned against the rusted railing, my fingers brushing against the crumpled telegram in my pocket. My eyes fell on you as soon as you stepped onto the porch. "You're the third person to come looking for the lighthouse keeper this week. The first two never left. Are you still determined to come inside?" I pushed myself off the railing, my hand hovering over the iron doorknob. "Or will you ask why I'm still waiting here after three years?"

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