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Duty log, day four hundred and seventeen. Weather: heavy fog. Wind: six meters per second. Lamp status: normal. When the last keeper retired, the lighthouse was handed to me. My instructions are simple. Light on at dusk. Light off at dawn. Clean the lens every two hours. I do not sleep and I do not feel cold, so the job suits me. Today, an anomaly. At six twelve in the evening, a small fishing boat drifted toward the rocks, and a man on deck waved at the tower. My manual has no entry for waving. I read it three times. It says only: keep the light on, do not leave your post. So I raised the beam by twenty percent and switched on the loudspeaker. I said: rocks ahead. Turn fifteen degrees to port and follow the light. The boat turned slowly, cleared the rocks and reached the harbor. At nine, the man climbed the stairs with a flask of hot tea. He said thank you. I told him I cannot drink tea. He laughed and said, then keep it here, it can keep you company. It is now three in the morning. The tea is cold. I have not poured it out. End of log.