The Silent Guardians of the Moors

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The fog of Northern England did not merely drift; it clung to the earth like a damp shroud, erasing the boundaries between the heather and the sky. In the village of Oakhaven, where the wind howled through the limestone crags with a sound like a dying animal, lived Arthur. Once a respected country surgeon, Arthur had spent forty years stitching together the broken bodies of the poor, often for...

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