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The Village That Celebrated Grief: A Short Story
They say the village was born from a sigh — a long, trembling sigh that

They say the village was born from a sigh — a long, trembling sigh that

The first letter arrived on a Thursday morning. It was lying on the doormat like

At the edge of the city, where the streetlights begin to forget their duty and

The rain beat down relentlessly on the windshield as Emma and James sat in their