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Bottle, Map, and Bicycle
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Following the inked line, Pip found a weathered signpost half-sunk in the sand. The arrow pointed up a steep trail into the cliffs. Carved into the wood was the same word from her map: HARBOR. Biscuit started up the trail, tail wagging hard.
At the top of the trail stood an old lighthouse, white paint peeling in the sun. Its door hung open. Pip stepped inside and found the missing map half pinned to the wall, beside a logbook of every ship the keeper had guided home. She had reached the heart of the mystery at last.
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