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EddyhansonThe Last Candle
“Some lights don’t protect you—they summon what waits in the dark.”
EddyhansonThe Door at the End of the Hall
“Some doors are closed for a reason—and not all who knock should answer.”
EddyhansonThe Human Edge: Why Teachers Outperform AI in the Classroom
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EddyhansonThe Lantern in the Ruins
After the earthquake, the city lay silent—streets cracked, buildings broken, and hope buried under dust. Mara wandered through the ruins, clutching a small lantern she found among the debris. Its flame never flickered, even against the cold winds.
At night, when despair weighed heavy, the lantern glowed brighter, casting shapes on the walls—faces of people who once lived, their smiles warm and comforting. Guided by its light, she uncovered pockets of survivors, children trapped but alive, voices calling out in the dark.
For the first time, she realized: the lantern wasn’t meant to chase shadows. It was meant to lead her toward the living.
After the earthquake, the city lay silent—streets cracked, buildings broken, and hope buried under dust. Mara wandered through the ruins, clutching a small lantern she found among the debris. Its flame never flickered, even against the cold winds.
At night, when despair weighed heavy, the lantern glowed brighter, casting shapes on the walls—faces of people who once lived, their smiles warm and comforting. Guided by its light, she uncovered pockets of survivors, children trapped but alive, voices calling out in the dark.
For the first time, she realized: the lantern wasn’t meant to chase shadows. It was meant to lead her toward the living.
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