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The Lantern That Walked Home
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Halfway down the bank, the lantern stopped at an old fishing boat half-sunk in the reeds. It dipped low and lit up a name carved into the wood: ELI. The light pulsed warmer, like a heartbeat, waiting for Wren to understand who Eli was.
"Eli was my grandfather," Wren said slowly. "He fished this river before I was born." The lantern brightened at the name, then floated gently down into the old boat and settled there. At last, after all these years, Eli's light was back on his boat. The lantern dimmed to a soft glow and rested.
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