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English: Every evening at nine, the lighthouse at Marrow Bay sent three slow beams across the water. It had done so for more than a century, even after modern navigation systems made its light less necessary. To the people of the town, the lighthouse was more than a machine. It was a promise that the bay remembered those who left and watched for their return. Seventeen-year-old Lena Vale had grown up beneath that light. Her mother managed the small maritime museum, and her late grandfather had been the lighthouse keeper...
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