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      "title": "The Lamp in the Orchard",
      "summary": "After his wife passed, Arthur lit a lantern among the apple trees each evening and set it on the gatepost — not for himself, but so the paperboy's long walk home was never quite dark.",
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      "title": "The Hill He Climbed Every Morning",
      "summary": "For thirty-one years Edwin climbed the same steep hill before dawn to open the village school, carrying chalk and a bag of apples. In all that time he was never once late.",
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      "summary": "When old Walter the fisherman died, the village set a bench on the cliff where he used to watch the boats. They carved no name — only six words: \"Sit awhile. The tide comes in anyway.\"",
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      "title": "The Fire He Kept for Strangers",
      "summary": "Alfred, a retired lighthouse keeper, kept a small driftwood fire burning in an iron brazier beside the coastal path every winter night, so that anyone walking home in the dark would see one steady light.",
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      "summary": "Every morning Mildred left a warm, wrapped loaf on the low wall of her cottage. She never said who it was for — and before long the whole lane was quietly making sure the wall was never empty.",
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