The old lighthouse keeper found a seashell glowing on the shore. He brought it upstairs, curious. As moonlight struck the shell, it emitted a whisper: “Free me.” He cracked it open—releasing a trapped spirit who granted one wish. “I’ve already gotten what I wanted,” the man smiled, gazing at the sea. “This moment.” The spirit vanished, leaving dawn’s first light. (50 words)
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