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They say that above the mountains, where the clouds never rest, and where the rocks are so sharp that even eagles avoid the highest peaks, there lives a girl raised by the wind itself, because her mother died in a…

In a smithy at the edge of a village lived a man whose hands were skilled enough to mend anything made of iron — wheel hubs, scythes, locks, even the cracked tongue of the church bell, which three other blacksmiths…

For centuries, the villagers spoke of the valley’s secret behind the settlement only in hushed, muffled whispers. Hidden deep within the pine forest, the expanse of water resembled a giant, daringly dark eye staring silently up at the clouds through…