Chapter 35 A Dusty Letterbox in the Attic

SYLVIE'S POV

Our boots carried the burden of two burlap sacks packed with herbs down the dimming hillside path.

The evening sun had dipped behind the western ridge, leaving a twilight haze of bruised orange and slate across the Bramblewick sky. The dusk wind blew colder than usual, catching the he...

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