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Here's a short story for you:

The Forgotten Lighthouse

The lighthouse stood alone on the rocky outcrop, its paint peeling and windows clouded with decades of salt and wind. Martha approached slowly, her weathered hands clutching an old brass key.

Sixty years had passed since she'd last been here, since that stormy night when her father—the lighthouse keeper—had disappeared without a trace. The wooden steps creaked beneath her feet, telling stories of forgotten memories.

Inside, dust-covered logbooks lay scattered. Martha's fingers traced the faded entries, stopping at a page dated August 15th, 1963. Her breath caught. There, in her father's precise handwriting, was a message she'd never seen before:

Some secrets are meant to be kept. Some stories never end.

A soft whisper of wind rustled through the abandoned room. Martha realized some mysteries were never meant to be fully understood—they were meant to be felt, to remain just beyond the reach of complete comprehension.

As twilight descended, the lighthouse seemed to breathe its own silent story.

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