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The Lantern That Walked Home
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The lantern suddenly sped up and darted into the dark woods. Wren chased it, branches whipping past. It weaved between the trees so fast she nearly lost it, until it stopped dead in a small clearing and went still, waiting for her to catch her breath.
In the clearing's center sat a ring of burned-out lanterns, dozens of them, years and years of festivals. Wren's lantern floated to the empty spot in the ring and lowered itself in, the last one home. Together the old lanterns flickered back to life for one warm moment, then went gently dark, finally at rest.
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