The Wistful Petal
The investigation began not with a crime, but with a silence so profound it seemed to have weight, a heavy, velvet curtain drawn across the face of the village of Oakhaven, a place where the mist did not merely settle but inhabited the architecture, wrapping itself around the eaves of the stone cottages and the rusted iron gates of the manor houses until the world felt less like a physical...
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