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Great-Grandpa John kept the light burning, just like his father had, and his father before him.” Caitlyn paused to stir the apples, filling the kitchen with sweet-smelling steam as she lifted the lid of the pot. “That night, there was a great storm. Lightning tearing the sky apart, winds howling, rain beating against the lighthouse so hard that Grandpa John thought the glass might crack. But it held and he kept the flame lit, even though he knew no one would be mad enough to sail in that weather.”
“Well, almost no one,” said Emily.
Caitlyn nodded seriously. “That’s right. Because as the light swung round on to the frothing sea, he saw the impossible.”
“A boat!”
“The remains of a boat. And a man, half drowned, clutching on to the wreckage.” Caitlyn’s voice hitched slightly on the words. She swallowed. Emily looked up at her but her face remained calm and impassive. “Now, Grandpa John had a choice to make. He knew that he’d be risking his life if he went to help the man. But he also knew that it was his duty. So he readied
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