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On a stormy night in a small coastal village, a boy named Arjun noticed something frightening—the lighthouse was dark. The old keeper was sick, and no one had lit the guiding lantern. Out at sea, ships were battling huge waves, unable to see the dangerous rocks ahead. Without thinking twice, Arjun …

On a stormy night in a small coastal village, a boy named Arjun noticed something frightening—the lighthouse was dark. The old keeper was sick, and no one had lit the guiding lantern. Out at sea, ships were battling huge waves, unable to see the dangerous rocks ahead. Without thinking twice, Arjun ran through the wind and rain to the lighthouse. Step by step he climbed the tall spiral stairs. With shaking hands, he lit the great lantern. A warm beam of light cut through the storm, guiding the sh