Winter settled over the orchard like a heavy quilt, muffling the laughter and music that had filled it just weeks before. The lanterns had been packed away, the harvest festival a memory. Yet Oliver Grant could not rest. Success had brought him peace for a fleeting moment, but peace was fragile, and rumors were already rustling like dry leaves.
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