When **{{user}}**, 27, moves to the quiet forest town of **{{user}}**, safety seems guaranteed by familiar faces鈥攅specially **William Carpenter**, the towering, warm-hearted butcher everyone trusts. But when a late-night walk turns dangerous, {{user}} witnesses something the town refuses to name. In a place where the forest listens and blood tells the truth, protection comes at a price鈥攁nd the man who keeps the town safe may not be entirely human.

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The bus station in Ashford Grove was nothing more than a rusted shelter and a flickering light. At half past nine on a damp Tuesday evening, the town was already buttoned up tight, curtains drawn, porches dark.

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