Secrets of the Berrywood Mowe

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…He opened his burrow door, the hinges groaning softly, a sound that drew the attention of the villagers gathered in the square. Heads turned, eyes wide with surprise, then a flicker of apprehension. Mowe stood on his threshold, a small, hesitant figure bathed in the dimming light, his heart thudding a wild, uncertain beat. He looked at their worried faces, at the shadow of the dying Great Berry Tree looming behind them, and for the first time, he didn’t shrink away. He took a tentative step forward, out of the shadows and into the fading light.