They went because that is what you do when an invitation smells like possibility. The lighthouse lay at the edge of town, where the road thinned to grit and the grass leaned into the sea. It was older than the mapmakers' patience, standing like a bone against the dark. Inside, the spiral stairs wound like the inside of a shell. They climbed with shoes that clicked and thoughts that hummed.
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