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The Third Lamp was dead. It was a cast-iron pillar, flaked with green paint, topped with a glass housing that was spiderwebbed with cracks. Unlike the others, it didn't hum with electricity. It stood silent, a rusted sentinel.

And there, resting on the ocean floor, was a small, iron-bound chest. It wasn't ancient treasure; it looked like a modern strongbox, wrapped in chains. docklight key

The marina had changed since his grandfather's time. The wooden piers had been replaced by concrete, and the fishing trawlers had given way to sleek yachts. But at the very end of the northern jetty, the old infrastructure remained—the "Skeleton Dock," a stretch of rotting wood that the town council had voted to demolish but never quite got around to. The Third Lamp was dead

He took the brass sliver from his pocket. His hand trembled as he slid the metal into the slot. It stood silent, a rusted sentinel

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