The Mercy of the Mist
The village of Oakhaven was a place where time seemed to hold its breath. Nestled in the rolling green hills of the English countryside, it was a sanctuary of thatched cottages, ancient oaks, and a peace that felt almost sacred. Silas was the village gardener, a man of few words and clumsy hands, but with a heart that beat in rhythm with the earth. He loved the soil, the scent of rain on warm...
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