One autumn evening, as a frost crept over the valley, Bernald pulled a tattered, nameless journal from the very back of the shelf. It was a local legend—a "Novel Collection" of oral histories from the founders of the valley. As he began to read aloud, Thorn did something she’d never done before. She rested her velvety chin on his knee, her large, dark eyes fixed on the yellowed pages.
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