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The old lighthouse had been abandoned for forty years, but every night at 1:17 a.m. its light turned on. Daniel had watched it for weeks from the cliffs, timing the glow that swept across the black ocean. No one lived there. No electricity ran to it. Still, the beam moved like a silent eye. One nig…

The old lighthouse had been abandoned for forty years, but every night at 1:17 a.m. its light turned on. Daniel had watched it for weeks from the cliffs, timing the glow that swept across the black ocean. No one lived there. No electricity ran to it. Still, the beam moved like a silent eye. One night curiosity outweighed fear. He rowed across the dark water and pushed open the rusted door. The air inside smelled wet and rotten, like something had been trapped there for years. The light above