The Lighthouse Keeper's Secret

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Rowan pressed his nose against the lighthouse window, watching the waves crash against the rocks below. The old lighthouse had been dark for years, standing empty at the edge of their small village. His grandfather used to be the keeper here, but that was long before Rowan was born. Today, something felt different. The morning fog swirled around the tower in strange patterns, almost like it was trying to tell him something. Rowan adjusted his red knit cap and headed down the spiral stairs. He loved exploring the lighthouse after school, imagining what it was like when the great light still burned bright.

In the storage room beneath the lighthouse, dusty crates lined the walls. Rowan had explored most of them already, finding old ropes, broken lanterns, and faded maps. But today, a shaft of sunlight illuminated a corner he'd never noticed before. There, wedged behind a heavy trunk, was a leather-bound book wrapped in oilcloth. Rowan carefully pulled it free and unwrapped it. The cover read 'Weather Logs - Keeper Jonathan Reed' in faded gold letters. His grandfather's logbook! Rowan's hands trembled with excitement as he opened the first page.