High in the hush of the mountains, there is a village so quiet and beautiful. It’s a place where people rise with the sun, enjoy the slow life, visit their friends and neighbours with a cake and smile and love spending their days doing house chores.
A girl named as - Seven, lives there, with her mother and enjoy baking as her mother runs the only bakery in their village, Elderwell.
And one fine morning, came a letter, for her.
At first she thought someone from her village was doing it for fun, but, soon more letters follow, each one tucked carefully beneath the rosemary pot on her window ledge - high, out of reach. They arrive with dawn, say just enough, and leave more unsaid. The handwriting is neat. The tone is warm. And whoever he is, he knows her or thinks he does.
He calls himself Rukas Carlov.
Mysterious. Laced with quiet longing and hidden history, Letters Beneath the Rosemary Pot is a slow-blooming tale of two souls reaching across silence - through ink, sugar, and shadow. A love story, perhaps. Or maybe just the beginning of something stranger.
Come for the letters. Stay for the silence between them.
A glimpse into the story :
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To the Sweet Baker,
I see my first letter ended up hanging outside your window like forgotten laundry. Charming. I must admit, I was touched, touched in the way one might be by a cold breeze at dawn.
But, of course, I understand your caution. A stranger leaving mysterious letters at your window might appear suspicious. Especially one who speaks of your cake with far too much enthusiasm.
I won’t say I’m hurt, but I had hoped my words would find a warmer reception. And yes, I’d love another bite of that cake -without the toothpick this time, of course. A simple request, surely?
I’ll leave it to you, then, to decide how to respond to my humble confessions.
Yours in cold drafts and crumbs,
- The Still-Wounded Admirer
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Seven blinked at the letter for a long moment, her brow furrowing. She couldn’t help but smile at the sender’s audacity. Who was this person, and why were they so... bold?
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