The Faded Bouquet
The fog did not roll in; it settled, a thick, viscous layer that erased the horizon line of the village of Oakhaven, blurring the distinction between the cobblestones and the creeping ivy of the old parish hall. In the center of this suspended grey world stood Thomas, a boy of twelve who had inherited the stubbornness of his father and the quiet, watchful eyes of a hawk. He was alone, though...
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