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They say the Lantern Man walks the marsh when the moon is thin.
You’ll see his light first — a soft, golden flicker between the reeds, like someone lost and calling for help.
If you follow it, he’ll keep just ahead of you, always close enough to see, never close enough to catch.
And when you realize you’ve left the path, the light stops moving.
That’s when you’ll hear the splash behind you.
Years ago, a ferryman drowned there after guiding travelers through the fog. His lantern was found days later, still burning underwater.
Now, when someone disappears in the marsh, locals don’t search.
They just wait.
Because by morning, the light always returns — shining quietly at the edge of town,
waiting for the next curious soul.
