The Broken Grail
The village of Oakhaven was not a place of hope; it was a place of waiting. In the autumn of 1842, the Great Fever had descended upon the valley, turning the lush meadows into a graveyard of scorched earth and silent homes. Thomas, a man whose hands were calloused by thirty years of tilling the soil, sat by the bedside of his seven-year-old daughter, Clara. Her breath was a ragged, wet whistle,...
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