The Sweetest Grave
The village of Oakhaven was a place of perpetual mist and velvet shadows, nestled in the damp folds of the English countryside. It was a village that worshipped the aesthetic of decay, where the ivy grew thick over the crumbling manor houses and the church bells rang with a heavy, mournal tone. Clara was the village's enigma. A girl of nineteen with eyes like bruised plums, she claimed to hear...
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