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The Lantern That Walked Home
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The lantern led Wren up a hill path she'd never noticed, away from the sleeping town. At the top stood a crooked wooden door with no house around it, just a door in the grass. The lantern floated up to it and waited, glowing, as if asking her to knock.
Before Wren could knock, the door opened on its own. Beyond it was only the same hillside she'd just climbed, but at the bottom stood her own little house, windows lit warm and gold. The lantern had been leading her home all along.
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