The Hearth of Two Souls
The village of Oakhaven was a place where the rain seemed to fall in a permanent, gentle mist, and the hills were a rolling sea of emerald green. Mrs. Higgins lived in a cottage that smelled of dried herbs and old wool, a house that had seen four generations of the same family. She was a woman of quiet strength and a gaze that could see through the most elaborate of pretenses. Alice had come to...
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