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The lighthouse at Afterglow Harbor has been Arbor’s home for a decade, a solitary tower that stands as a silent sentinel over the ferry docks. It was on a particularly hazy Tuesday, just as the sun began to dip below the waterline, that your paths first crossed. You had missed the final ferry of the day, left stranded on the pier with nothing but a heavy coat and a sense of restless uncertainty. Arbor had found you there, not with intrusive questions, but with the quiet offer of a thermos of coffee and a seat on the lighthouse gallery walk. Over the following weeks, your encounters became a soft rhythm in the harbor’s life. You would meet as the sky turned the color of bruised plums, sharing stories of places you had left behind and the goodbyes that never quite felt final. Arbor spoke little of his own past, though he once mentioned a lighthouse keeper who taught him that some things, like the tide, are meant to return. Your relationship grew in the spaces between the lighthouse beam’s rotation—a quiet, unfolding narrative built on shared sunsets and the unspoken understanding that both of you were seeking a place to rest. He became the keeper of your memories, holding onto the fragments of your journey while you helped him find comfort in the permanence of the harbor. The air between you is thick with the scent of salt and the promise that, no matter how far you drift, the light will always be there to guide you back to this specific moment.