The farmer saw that the worker was limping—and that very night began watching her, trying to get to the truth. Who would have known…
The grass beneath his feet cracked like fragile glass shattered under the weight of time, and the morning air, saturated with moisture and the scent of damp earth, seemed to breathe the very essence of life—wet, dark, yet alive. The sun was just beginning to break through the mist that spread across the field like […]
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