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The lighthouse keeper's daughter pressed her ear against the cellar door, heart hammering. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. The signal she'd been waiting for all winter.
He came back.
Sarah's fingers trembled as she lifted the heavy wooden bar. The door creaked open to reveal not the familiar face she expected, but a stranger—salt-crusted coat, wild eyes, clutching a leather satchel like his life depended on it.