---The Last LightkeeperAt the farthest edge of the sea, where cliffs cut the horizon and waves roar like ancient beasts, there stood a lonely lighthouse. Its white tower, streaked with salt and time, had guided countless ships through storm and fog. For over four decades, the lighthouse had one constant: Elias Crane.Elias wasn’t born by the sea, but he belonged to it more than anyone else. His grandfather had built the lighthouse, his father had maintained it, and he had inherited it like a sacred duty. While the world changed, grew loud and fast, the lighthouse remained still. A place