The Silent Bow
The fog of the English countryside did not merely cling to the earth; it seemed to swallow it. In the village of Oakhaven, the Millers’ cottage stood as a bastion of Victorian propriety, managed by a doctor whose belief in order was as rigid as his starched collars. To the village, Julian was a puzzle—a pale, silent youth with eyes that seemed to look through people rather than at them. He had...
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