The Ritual of the Watering Can
Old Man Silas lived in a cottage that smelled of damp earth and peppermint tea. He was the last man in the village of Oakhaven, a place that had once been a bustling farming community but was now just a collection of grey houses under a purple sky. The "Siphon" had been there for a year. It was a silent, shimmering needle that had frozen the world in a state of perpetual autumn. Most people had...
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