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Chapter Three: The Strange Old Man

The days in Speranza became quiet again. The sun was warm. The sky was very blue. Moira was happy. Her tea shop was safe. The village people came back to drink tea and talk. They did not talk about the bad man who died. They wanted to forget.
Ashwaganda, the big orange cat, slept in the window all day. Toe, the black cat, sat on the high shelf. He watched everyone who came in the door.
One Tuesday, the bell on the door rang. A new man walked in. He was very old. He had white hair and a long black coat. He walked with a heavy wooden stick.
Moira stood behind her counter. “Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”
The old man looked around the shop. His eyes were small and dark. He looked at the jars of tea. He looked at the old books on the shelves. He did not look friendly.
“I am looking for something,” the old man said. His voice was slow and dry. “I am looking for a very old book.”
Moira felt her heart jump. She thought about The Days of the Dreams. The blue book was safely hidden under the counter.
“I have many old books,” Moira said in a calm voice. “What kind of book do you want?”
“A magic book,” the man said. “It has a blue cover. It has a picture of a sleeping cat on it. Do you have this book?”
Moira looked right into his dark eyes. “No. I do not have a book like that. I only sell tea and normal books.”
The old man did not look happy. He hit his wooden stick on the floor. “You are lying. I know the book is in this village. I will find it.”
He turned around and walked out of the shop. He did not say goodbye.
Moira locked the door fast. She took the blue book from under the counter. She opened it. The silver letters shined on the page.
The dark bird looks for the nest. Hide the truth. Fire is coming.
Moira read the words. Fire is coming. This was very bad. The old man wanted to hurt her and take the book.
She called her friend Altea. “Altea, it is Moira. A strange old man is in the village. He wears a black coat. Please watch him. He is dangerous.”
“I saw him,” Altea said on the phone. “He went to the old hotel. I will watch him for you.”
That night, Moira did not sleep. She sat in the dark shop. She held a heavy iron pan in her hand. The cats stayed awake with her. Toe sat by the door. Ashwaganda sat by the window.
At two o’clock in the morning, Moira heard a sound. It was a very quiet sound outside the back window. Someone was trying to open it.
Moira stood up slowly. She walked to the back room. She saw a dark shadow outside the glass.
Suddenly, the glass broke. Crash!
A hand reached inside to open the lock. Moira did not wait. She hit the hand very hard with the iron pan.
A man yelled outside. It was a loud, angry yell. Then, she heard feet running away in the dark.
Moira turned on the lights. She looked at the broken window. On the floor, there was a small drop of blood. And next to the blood, there was a strange, old coin.
Moira picked up the coin carefully. It was made of black metal. It had a picture of a bird on it. A dark bird. Just like the book said.
The next morning, the sun came up, but Moira was not happy. She looked at the broken window. She looked at the black coin.
She walked to the police station. Ispettore Salomone was drinking coffee at his desk. He looked tired.
“Moira,” he said. “Why are you here so early?”
Moira put the black coin on his desk. “Someone broke my window last night. They tried to come inside. I hit them, and they ran away. They left this.”
Salomone picked up the coin. He looked at it closely. “This is very old. It is not normal money. Who wants to break into a tea shop?”
“An old man came to my shop yesterday,” Moira said. “He wore a black coat. He asked about old books. I think it was him.”
“Altea called me about him,” Salomone said. “He is staying at the old hotel. His name is Mr. Corvo. I will go talk to him now.”
“Be careful, Ispettore,” Moira said. “He is not a good man.”
Moira walked back to her shop. She needed to clean the broken glass. When she got there, Marisa was waiting by the door. Marisa wore her clean white coat. She had a box of fresh chocolate cookies.
“Moira, I heard about the window,” Marisa said. She looked worried. “Are you okay? I brought you some sweet things.”
“Thank you, Marisa. I am fine,” Moira said. They went inside. Moira made strong black tea. They ate the chocolate cookies.
“This village is changing,” Marisa said sadly. “First the poison, now this. What do they want?”
Moira could not tell Marisa about the magic book. It was a secret. “I don’t know, Marisa. But we have to be strong.”
After Marisa left, Moira opened the blue book again. She needed help.
The silver letters grew on the yellow paper.
The dark bird hides in the dead trees. Follow the water to the cave.
Moira knew the dead trees. They were in the deep woods behind the village. There was a small river there. The trees were old and had no leaves. It was a scary place. People did not go there.
“I have to go,” Moira told her cats. “You stay here and guard the shop.”
Moira put on her heavy boots and her thick coat. She put a small flashlight in her pocket. She walked out of the village and into the woods.
The woods were very quiet. There were no birds singing. The trees were tall and dark. Moira walked next to the small river. The water moved fast over the rocks.
She walked for an hour. Her legs were tired. Then, she saw the dead trees. They looked like big, gray skeletons.
Behind the dead trees, there was a large hill made of dark stone. In the middle of the hill, there was a hole. It was a cave.
Moira turned on her flashlight. She walked slowly to the cave. It smelled like wet dirt and old leaves. She went inside.
The cave was big and cold. The light from her flashlight shined on the walls. Moira gasped. There were pictures on the walls. Old pictures painted with red and black colors. They showed people, animals, and stars.
But there was something else in the cave.
In the center of the dark room, there was a small fire. Next to the fire was a sleeping bag. And next to the sleeping bag was Mr. Corvo’s long black coat.
He was living here. The hotel room was just a trick.
Moira looked around quickly. She saw a small wooden box near the fire. She walked to it and opened it. Inside, there were more black coins. And there were maps of the village. One map had a big red circle around Moira’s tea shop.
Suddenly, Moira heard a sound behind her.
“You should not be here,” a slow, dry voice said.
Moira turned around fast. Mr. Corvo stood at the door of the cave. He held his heavy wooden stick. He looked very angry.
Moira did not move. She kept her flashlight pointed at the old man’s face.
“You broke my window,” Moira said. Her voice was strong. She was scared, but she did not show it.
“You have the book,” Mr. Corvo said. He walked slowly into the cave. “The book of the sleeping cat. My family owned that book a long time ago. It was stolen from us. I want it back.”
“The book is not yours,” Moira said. “It belongs to the tea shop now. It belongs to Speranza.”
Mr. Corvo laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. “Speranza is a village of fools. They do not know real magic. Give me the book, or I will burn your shop to the ground.”
Fire is coming. The book was right.
“You cannot have it,” Moira said. She looked around. She needed a way to escape. The old man was blocking the door.
Mr. Corvo lifted his heavy stick. “Then you will stay here forever.”
He ran at her. He was old, but he was very fast. Moira jumped to the side. The heavy stick hit the stone wall with a loud crack.
Moira ran toward the door of the cave. But Mr. Corvo grabbed her coat. He pulled her back.
Moira remembered the herbs in her pocket. She always carried small bags of strong herbs for emergencies. She had a bag of dried chili peppers and strong black pepper powder.
She reached into her pocket. She grabbed a handful of the hot powder. She threw it right into Mr. Corvo’s face.
The old man screamed. He dropped his stick. He put his hands over his eyes. The hot pepper burned his eyes and nose. He coughed and yelled.
Moira did not wait. She ran out of the cave. She ran through the dead trees. She ran next to the river. She ran as fast as she could.
She did not stop running until she saw the houses of the village. She ran straight to the police station.
She pushed the door open. She was breathing very hard.
“Salomone!” Moira yelled.
Ispettore Salomone jumped up from his desk. “Moira! What is wrong? You look terrible.”
“Mr. Corvo,” Moira said, trying to breathe. “He is not in the hotel. He is living in a cave in the deep woods. He tried to hurt me. He has a box of strange maps and coins.”
Salomone looked very serious. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Moira said. “I threw pepper in his face. He is still in the woods.”
“Stay here,” Salomone ordered. “Lock the door. I am taking my men to the woods right now.”
Salomone and three other policemen took their guns and ran to their cars. Moira sat in Salomone’s chair. She was shaking. She locked the heavy door of the police station.
She waited for two hours. The police station was very quiet. Finally, she heard cars outside.
She unlocked the door. Salomone walked in. He looked dirty and tired, but he was smiling.
“We got him,” Salomone said. “He was washing his eyes in the river. We found his cave. We found the box and the maps.”
Moira felt a huge wave of relief. “Thank you, Ispettore.”
“Why did he want to hurt you, Moira?” Salomone asked. “What did he want?”
Moira looked down. She had to lie again to protect the magic. “He was crazy, Ispettore. He thought I had some old gold hidden in my shop. He thought I was rich.”
Salomone shook his head. “Crazy people. Well, he is going to jail for a long time. You are safe now, Moira.”
Moira walked back to her shop. The sun was going down. The sky was orange and pink.
When she walked in, the cats ran to her. They purred loudly. They knew she was safe.
Moira sat in her velvet chair. She put the blue book on her lap. She touched the cracked leather.
“We won,” she whispered to the book.
The silver letters appeared one more time.
The dark bird is locked in a cage. But the wind still blows. Rest, and drink the sweet tea.
Moira smiled. She made a pot of sweet chamomile tea. She drank it slowly. The village of Speranza was quiet again. The bad people were gone.
For now, the magic book was safe. And Moira was ready for a long, peaceful sleep.
A month passed. The weather got colder. Winter was coming to the hills. The trees lost all their leaves. The wind was sharp and bit the skin.
Moira kept the fire burning in her tea shop all day. The shop was very warm. People came in just to sit by the fire and smell the hot tea.
One morning, the shop door opened fast. The cold wind blew inside. It was Anna, from the coffee shop. She looked very scared. Her face was red from the cold.
“Moira!” Anna cried. “Please, you must help me!”
Moira put down her cup. “Anna, what is wrong? Sit down.”
“It is my nephew, little Pietro,” Anna said. She was crying. “He is only seven years old. He went to play near the old stone wall two hours ago. Now we cannot find him. The police are looking, but the woods are so big. It is too cold outside for a little boy.”
Moira felt her stomach drop. A lost child in the winter was very dangerous.
“Did you look everywhere in the village?” Moira asked.
“Everywhere,” Anna sobbed. “We looked in all the shops. We looked in the church. He is gone.”
“I will help you look,” Moira said. She put on her thickest winter coat. She put on her gloves and hat. “Stay here where it is warm, Anna. I will go.”
Moira walked out into the freezing wind. Many people from the village were outside. They were shouting Pietro’s name.
“Pietro! Pietro!”
Moira walked to the old stone wall at the edge of the village. It was near the big hills. The grass was covered in white frost. It was very cold.
She looked at the ground. It was hard to see footprints because the ground was frozen.
Moira knew she needed special help. Normal eyes could not find him fast enough.
She ran back to her shop. She locked the door. She went to the blue book.
“Please,” Moira whispered. “A little boy is lost in the cold. Tell me where he is.”
She waited. The book stayed blank for a long time. Then, very slowly, a picture started to draw itself on the paper.
It was not words this time. It was a map. Drawn in silver ink. It showed the old stone wall. Then it showed a path going up the big, steep hill. At the top of the hill, it showed a picture of a large, fallen tree. Under the tree, there was a small silver star.
Moira closed the book. She knew exactly where the big fallen tree was. It was very far up the hill. It was a hard climb.
She grabbed a thermos and filled it with hot, sweet tea. She grabbed a warm wool blanket.
She ran out of the shop and past the old stone wall. She started to climb the hill.
The wind was much stronger on the hill. It pushed against her. The cold hurt her face. Her legs burned because the hill was so steep.
“Pietro!” she yelled. The wind carried her voice away.
She climbed for forty-five minutes. She was very tired. Then, she saw it. The huge fallen tree. It was covered in dead branches.
Moira ran to the tree. “Pietro!” she called again.
She heard a very tiny sound. Like a little mouse squeaking.
She fell to her knees and looked under the big branches. Deep inside a small hole under the tree roots, she saw a piece of a blue jacket.
“Pietro!” Moira said. She crawled into the dirt and pulled the branches away.
The little boy was curled into a tight ball. His lips were blue. He was shaking very fast. He was too cold to talk. He was crying quietly.
“It is okay, Pietro. I am here,” Moira said softly.
She pulled him out of the hole. She wrapped the big wool blanket around him tightly. She opened the thermos and poured a cup of the hot, sweet tea.
“Drink this, little one,” she said. She held the cup to his lips.
Pietro drank the hot tea slowly. His shaking started to slow down. He looked at Moira with big, scared eyes.
“I got lost,” he whispered. “I chased a white rabbit. Then I didn’t know how to go home.”
“You are safe now,” Moira said. She hugged him tight to share her body heat.
She picked the boy up. He was heavy, but Moira was strong. She carried him down the steep hill. It was hard work. She had to walk very carefully so she did not fall.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, she saw Ispettore Salomone and Anna running toward her.
Anna screamed and grabbed the boy. She hugged him and kissed his cold face. “Pietro! Oh, my sweet boy!”
Salomone looked at Moira. “You found him. Where was he?”
“Up the hill, under the big fallen tree,” Moira said. She was breathing very hard. She was exhausted.
“That is a very long way,” Salomone said. “How did you know to look up there?”
Moira gave a small, tired smile. “I just had a feeling, Ispettore. A very lucky feeling.”
Anna held Moira’s hand and cried. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved his life.”
“Go home, Anna. Get him in a hot bath,” Moira said.
Moira walked slowly back to her tea shop. She was freezing and very tired.
When she got inside, she took off her coat and boots. She sat in front of the fire. Ashwaganda climbed onto her lap and purred. The warm cat felt wonderful.
She looked at the blue book on the counter. The book had helped save a life today. It was not just for fighting bad people. It was for protecting the village.
She made herself a large bowl of hot soup. She ate it quietly. The village was safe again. No one was dead. No one was lost.
The magic in Speranza was strong. And Moira was proud to be the keeper of the secrets.
A week later, a strange thing happened in the village square.
There was a very large, very old clock on the wall of the church. It was made of stone and iron. It had been there for three hundred years. It always told the perfect time.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Everyone in Speranza used the church clock. They woke up by the clock. They closed their shops by the clock.
But on Thursday morning, the clock stopped.
It stopped at exactly 8:15 AM.
The village people stood in the square and looked up at the broken clock. They were confused.
“It never stops,” Altea said. She was smoking a cigar. “My grandfather said it never stopped even during the big war.”
“It is bad luck,” Marisa said. She was rubbing her arms. “A stopped clock means time is broken.”
Moira looked at the clock. The big iron hands were perfectly still. She felt a strange feeling in the air. The village felt too quiet without the tick-tock.
She went back to her shop. She opened the blue book.
When time stands still, the shadows wake up. Find the missing tooth in the big wheel.
Moira read the words. The missing tooth in the big wheel. The book was talking about the inside of the clock. A piece of the clock was missing.
She went back to the square. Ispettore Salomone was talking to the village priest, Father Tomaso.
“We need a clockmaker from the city,” Salomone said. “It will take weeks to fix.”
“Father Tomaso,” Moira said. “Can I look inside the clock room?”
The priest looked surprised. “You, Moira? You make tea. You do not fix clocks.”
“I just want to look,” Moira said nicely. “Maybe it is a simple problem.”
Father Tomaso gave her a large, heavy iron key. “Be careful. It is very dusty up there.”
Moira unlocked the small door at the bottom of the church tower. She climbed the long, dark stairs. The stairs went round and round. It was very dirty.
At the top, there was a small room. Inside the room were the giant gears and wheels of the old clock. They were made of dark metal. They were very big.
Moira looked closely at the biggest wheel. It had many metal “teeth” around the edge.
She remembered the book’s words. Find the missing tooth.
She checked every tooth on the big wheel. She walked slowly around it. Finally, she saw it. One of the metal teeth was broken off. It was gone.
But wait. It was not just broken. It looked like someone had cut it off with a saw. The metal was shiny and clean where it was cut.
Someone had broken the clock on purpose.
Moira looked around the dusty room. She saw footprints in the thick dust. Someone had been here recently.
Then, she saw something shining on the floor.
She picked it up. It was a very small, gold ring. It was a man’s ring. It had a tiny red stone in it.
Moira knew this ring. She had seen it before.
She climbed down the stairs. She gave the key back to Father Tomaso.
“You were right, Father,” Moira said. “It is a big problem. A piece of the wheel is gone.”
She walked quickly to the Cigar House. Altea was inside, reading a newspaper.
“Altea,” Moira said. “Do you remember the man who came here yesterday to buy your most expensive cigars?”
Altea nodded. “Yes. The rich man from Milan. Mr. Rossi’s brother. He said he came to pay his respects to his dead brother.”
“Did you notice his hands?” Moira asked.
Altea thought for a moment. “Yes. He wore a fancy gold ring with a red stone on his pinky finger.”
Moira put the small gold ring on the wooden counter. “Like this one?”
Altea’s eyes got wide. “Yes! Exactly like that. Where did you find it?”
“In the church tower,” Moira said. “He broke the clock.”
“Why would a rich man from the city break our clock?” Altea asked. She looked very confused.
“I don’t know yet,” Moira said. “But he wants to stop time in Speranza. He wants to cause trouble. I need to find him.”
“He said he was leaving today,” Altea said. “He is driving a big black car.”
Moira left the shop. She ran to the edge of the village. The road leading out of Speranza was empty. She was too late. The man with the black car was gone.
Why did he cut a piece of the clock?
Moira walked back to her shop slowly. Her head hurt. So many mysteries.
She opened the blue book. She placed the gold ring on the page.
The brother seeks revenge. He takes the iron tooth to open the iron gate. The old prison below the water.
Moira read the words three times. The iron gate. The old prison below the water.
There was an old story in the village. A very old legend. Hundreds of years ago, there was a small prison built under the lake near the village. It was called the Water Dungeon. People said there was a secret treasure hidden there, locked behind a giant iron gate.
The piece of the clock… the metal tooth. It was not just a piece of a clock. It was exactly the right shape to be the key for the iron gate.
Mr. Rossi’s brother did not care about the clock. He wanted the key to the treasure. He knew the old secret.
“He is not going back to the city,” Moira said to her cats. “He is going to the lake.”
Moira had to stop him. If he opened the Water Dungeon, the old magic and old bad things might come out.
She packed her bag. She put in strong rope, a heavy flashlight, and her strongest tea.
She got in her small truck. She drove toward the big lake outside the village. The sky was turning gray. It looked like snow was coming.
She drove to the edge of the water. The lake was dark and very calm. There was an old stone building near the water. It was ruined and broken. This was the entrance to the old tunnels that led under the lake.
She parked her truck. She saw tire tracks in the mud. A big car had been here. The brother was already inside.
Moira took a deep breath. She turned on her flashlight. She walked into the dark, ruined building.
Inside, there were wet stone stairs going down into the dark. It smelled like fish and old water. It was freezing cold.
Moira climbed down the stairs carefully. The walls were wet and slippery.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was a long stone tunnel. She heard the sound of water dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She walked quietly down the tunnel. She heard a noise ahead. It was the sound of metal hitting metal. Clang!
She turned a corner. She saw a large, round room. At the end of the room was a massive iron gate. It was black and rusted.
Standing in front of the gate was the man in the fancy suit. He was holding the piece of the clock wheel. He was trying to push it into a large hole in the stone wall next to the gate.
“It will not work,” Moira said loudly. Her voice echoed in the stone room.
The man jumped. He dropped the metal piece. He turned around to look at her.
“Who are you?” he shouted. “How did you follow me?”
“I am the keeper of this village,” Moira said. “You cannot open that gate. The things inside must stay asleep.”
The man laughed. It sounded crazy. “You are just a stupid woman from a stupid village! There is gold behind this gate. Roman gold! My brother died trying to find the map. I found it. It is mine!”
He picked up the metal piece again. He pushed it hard into the hole.
There was a loud grinding sound. The ground started to shake. The heavy iron gate slowly began to open.
“No!” Moira yelled.
But the gate did not open to show gold.
As the gate opened, a huge wall of dark, freezing water rushed out of the tunnel behind it. The prison was completely flooded.
The man screamed as the water hit him. The force of the water knocked him down.
Moira ran back toward the stairs. The water was rising fast. It grabbed her boots. It was so cold it burned her skin.
She climbed the stairs as fast as she could. The water followed her, rising higher and higher in the tunnel.
She reached the top of the stairs and ran out of the ruined building. She fell onto the muddy grass, breathing hard.
She looked back. The dark water was spilling out of the doorway. The man did not come out. He was trapped in the cold, dark water with his broken dream of gold.
Moira sat in the mud for a long time. The snow started to fall. Little white flakes covered the dark ground.
She stood up slowly. She was wet and freezing. She got into her truck and turned the heater on high.
She drove back to Speranza. The village was quiet. The snow was falling softly on the roofs.
She went into her warm tea shop. She locked the door. She took off her wet clothes and put on a warm, dry sweater.
She sat in her chair and looked at the blue book. It was closed on the counter.
The village had secrets. Old, dangerous secrets. Men came from the city because they were greedy. They wanted money and power. They brought death.
But Speranza had Moira. And Moira had the magic, the cats, and her brave heart.
The clock in the square was broken. It did not tell time anymore. But Moira knew the real time. It was time for peace. It was time to drink tea and let the snow cover the bad memories.
She closed her eyes and listened to the purring of Ashwaganda and Toe. The tea sanctuary was safe. And tomorrow, she would make a special warm tea for the whole village.

Chapter Three: The Strange Old Man

The days in Speranza became quiet again. The sun was warm. The sky was very blue. Moira was happy. Her tea shop was safe. The village people came back to drink tea and talk. They did not talk about the bad man who died. They wanted to forget.
Ashwaganda, the big orange cat, slept in the window all day. Toe, the black cat, sat on the high shelf. He watched everyone who came in the door.
One Tuesday, the bell on the door rang. A new man walked in. He was very old. He had white hair and a long black coat. He walked with a heavy wooden stick.
Moira stood behind her counter. “Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”
The old man looked around the shop. His eyes were small and dark. He looked at the jars of tea. He looked at the old books on the shelves. He did not look friendly.
“I am looking for something,” the old man said. His voice was slow and dry. “I am looking for a very old book.”
Moira felt her heart jump. She thought about The Days of the Dreams. The blue book was safely hidden under the counter.
“I have many old books,” Moira said in a calm voice. “What kind of book do you want?”
“A magic book,” the man said. “It has a blue cover. It has a picture of a sleeping cat on it. Do you have this book?”
Moira looked right into his dark eyes. “No. I do not have a book like that. I only sell tea and normal books.”
The old man did not look happy. He hit his wooden stick on the floor. “You are lying. I know the book is in this village. I will find it.”
He turned around and walked out of the shop. He did not say goodbye.
Moira locked the door fast. She took the blue book from under the counter. She opened it. The silver letters shined on the page.
The dark bird looks for the nest. Hide the truth. Fire is coming.
Moira read the words. Fire is coming. This was very bad. The old man wanted to hurt her and take the book.
She called her friend Altea. “Altea, it is Moira. A strange old man is in the village. He wears a black coat. Please watch him. He is dangerous.”
“I saw him,” Altea said on the phone. “He went to the old hotel. I will watch him for you.”
That night, Moira did not sleep. She sat in the dark shop. She held a heavy iron pan in her hand. The cats stayed awake with her. Toe sat by the door. Ashwaganda sat by the window.
At two o’clock in the morning, Moira heard a sound. It was a very quiet sound outside the back window. Someone was trying to open it.
Moira stood up slowly. She walked to the back room. She saw a dark shadow outside the glass.
Suddenly, the glass broke. Crash!
A hand reached inside to open the lock. Moira did not wait. She hit the hand very hard with the iron pan.
A man yelled outside. It was a loud, angry yell. Then, she heard feet running away in the dark.
Moira turned on the lights. She looked at the broken window. On the floor, there was a small drop of blood. And next to the blood, there was a strange, old coin.
Moira picked up the coin carefully. It was made of black metal. It had a picture of a bird on it. A dark bird. Just like the book said.
The next morning, the sun came up, but Moira was not happy. She looked at the broken window. She looked at the black coin.
She walked to the police station. Ispettore Salomone was drinking coffee at his desk. He looked tired.
“Moira,” he said. “Why are you here so early?”
Moira put the black coin on his desk. “Someone broke my window last night. They tried to come inside. I hit them, and they ran away. They left this.”
Salomone picked up the coin. He looked at it closely. “This is very old. It is not normal money. Who wants to break into a tea shop?”
“An old man came to my shop yesterday,” Moira said. “He wore a black coat. He asked about old books. I think it was him.”
“Altea called me about him,” Salomone said. “He is staying at the old hotel. His name is Mr. Corvo. I will go talk to him now.”
“Be careful, Ispettore,” Moira said. “He is not a good man.”
Moira walked back to her shop. She needed to clean the broken glass. When she got there, Marisa was waiting by the door. Marisa wore her clean white coat. She had a box of fresh chocolate cookies.
“Moira, I heard about the window,” Marisa said. She looked worried. “Are you okay? I brought you some sweet things.”
“Thank you, Marisa. I am fine,” Moira said. They went inside. Moira made strong black tea. They ate the chocolate cookies.
“This village is changing,” Marisa said sadly. “First the poison, now this. What do they want?”
Moira could not tell Marisa about the magic book. It was a secret. “I don’t know, Marisa. But we have to be strong.”
After Marisa left, Moira opened the blue book again. She needed help.
The silver letters grew on the yellow paper.
The dark bird hides in the dead trees. Follow the water to the cave.
Moira knew the dead trees. They were in the deep woods behind the village. There was a small river there. The trees were old and had no leaves. It was a scary place. People did not go there.
“I have to go,” Moira told her cats. “You stay here and guard the shop.”
Moira put on her heavy boots and her thick coat. She put a small flashlight in her pocket. She walked out of the village and into the woods.
The woods were very quiet. There were no birds singing. The trees were tall and dark. Moira walked next to the small river. The water moved fast over the rocks.
She walked for an hour. Her legs were tired. Then, she saw the dead trees. They looked like big, gray skeletons.
Behind the dead trees, there was a large hill made of dark stone. In the middle of the hill, there was a hole. It was a cave.
Moira turned on her flashlight. She walked slowly to the cave. It smelled like wet dirt and old leaves. She went inside.
The cave was big and cold. The light from her flashlight shined on the walls. Moira gasped. There were pictures on the walls. Old pictures painted with red and black colors. They showed people, animals, and stars.
But there was something else in the cave.
In the center of the dark room, there was a small fire. Next to the fire was a sleeping bag. And next to the sleeping bag was Mr. Corvo’s long black coat.
He was living here. The hotel room was just a trick.
Moira looked around quickly. She saw a small wooden box near the fire. She walked to it and opened it. Inside, there were more black coins. And there were maps of the village. One map had a big red circle around Moira’s tea shop.
Suddenly, Moira heard a sound behind her.
“You should not be here,” a slow, dry voice said.
Moira turned around fast. Mr. Corvo stood at the door of the cave. He held his heavy wooden stick. He looked very angry.
Moira did not move. She kept her flashlight pointed at the old man’s face.
“You broke my window,” Moira said. Her voice was strong. She was scared, but she did not show it.
“You have the book,” Mr. Corvo said. He walked slowly into the cave. “The book of the sleeping cat. My family owned that book a long time ago. It was stolen from us. I want it back.”
“The book is not yours,” Moira said. “It belongs to the tea shop now. It belongs to Speranza.”
Mr. Corvo laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. “Speranza is a village of fools. They do not know real magic. Give me the book, or I will burn your shop to the ground.”
Fire is coming. The book was right.
“You cannot have it,” Moira said. She looked around. She needed a way to escape. The old man was blocking the door.
Mr. Corvo lifted his heavy stick. “Then you will stay here forever.”
He ran at her. He was old, but he was very fast. Moira jumped to the side. The heavy stick hit the stone wall with a loud crack.
Moira ran toward the door of the cave. But Mr. Corvo grabbed her coat. He pulled her back.
Moira remembered the herbs in her pocket. She always carried small bags of strong herbs for emergencies. She had a bag of dried chili peppers and strong black pepper powder.
She reached into her pocket. She grabbed a handful of the hot powder. She threw it right into Mr. Corvo’s face.
The old man screamed. He dropped his stick. He put his hands over his eyes. The hot pepper burned his eyes and nose. He coughed and yelled.
Moira did not wait. She ran out of the cave. She ran through the dead trees. She ran next to the river. She ran as fast as she could.
She did not stop running until she saw the houses of the village. She ran straight to the police station.
She pushed the door open. She was breathing very hard.
“Salomone!” Moira yelled.
Ispettore Salomone jumped up from his desk. “Moira! What is wrong? You look terrible.”
“Mr. Corvo,” Moira said, trying to breathe. “He is not in the hotel. He is living in a cave in the deep woods. He tried to hurt me. He has a box of strange maps and coins.”
Salomone looked very serious. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Moira said. “I threw pepper in his face. He is still in the woods.”
“Stay here,” Salomone ordered. “Lock the door. I am taking my men to the woods right now.”
Salomone and three other policemen took their guns and ran to their cars. Moira sat in Salomone’s chair. She was shaking. She locked the heavy door of the police station.
She waited for two hours. The police station was very quiet. Finally, she heard cars outside.
She unlocked the door. Salomone walked in. He looked dirty and tired, but he was smiling.
“We got him,” Salomone said. “He was washing his eyes in the river. We found his cave. We found the box and the maps.”
Moira felt a huge wave of relief. “Thank you, Ispettore.”
“Why did he want to hurt you, Moira?” Salomone asked. “What did he want?”
Moira looked down. She had to lie again to protect the magic. “He was crazy, Ispettore. He thought I had some old gold hidden in my shop. He thought I was rich.”
Salomone shook his head. “Crazy people. Well, he is going to jail for a long time. You are safe now, Moira.”
Moira walked back to her shop. The sun was going down. The sky was orange and pink.
When she walked in, the cats ran to her. They purred loudly. They knew she was safe.
Moira sat in her velvet chair. She put the blue book on her lap. She touched the cracked leather.
“We won,” she whispered to the book.
The silver letters appeared one more time.
The dark bird is locked in a cage. But the wind still blows. Rest, and drink the sweet tea.
Moira smiled. She made a pot of sweet chamomile tea. She drank it slowly. The village of Speranza was quiet again. The bad people were gone.
For now, the magic book was safe. And Moira was ready for a long, peaceful sleep.
A month passed. The weather got colder. Winter was coming to the hills. The trees lost all their leaves. The wind was sharp and bit the skin.
Moira kept the fire burning in her tea shop all day. The shop was very warm. People came in just to sit by the fire and smell the hot tea.
One morning, the shop door opened fast. The cold wind blew inside. It was Anna, from the coffee shop. She looked very scared. Her face was red from the cold.
“Moira!” Anna cried. “Please, you must help me!”
Moira put down her cup. “Anna, what is wrong? Sit down.”
“It is my nephew, little Pietro,” Anna said. She was crying. “He is only seven years old. He went to play near the old stone wall two hours ago. Now we cannot find him. The police are looking, but the woods are so big. It is too cold outside for a little boy.”
Moira felt her stomach drop. A lost child in the winter was very dangerous.
“Did you look everywhere in the village?” Moira asked.
“Everywhere,” Anna sobbed. “We looked in all the shops. We looked in the church. He is gone.”
“I will help you look,” Moira said. She put on her thickest winter coat. She put on her gloves and hat. “Stay here where it is warm, Anna. I will go.”
Moira walked out into the freezing wind. Many people from the village were outside. They were shouting Pietro’s name.
“Pietro! Pietro!”
Moira walked to the old stone wall at the edge of the village. It was near the big hills. The grass was covered in white frost. It was very cold.
She looked at the ground. It was hard to see footprints because the ground was frozen.
Moira knew she needed special help. Normal eyes could not find him fast enough.
She ran back to her shop. She locked the door. She went to the blue book.
“Please,” Moira whispered. “A little boy is lost in the cold. Tell me where he is.”
She waited. The book stayed blank for a long time. Then, very slowly, a picture started to draw itself on the paper.
It was not words this time. It was a map. Drawn in silver ink. It showed the old stone wall. Then it showed a path going up the big, steep hill. At the top of the hill, it showed a picture of a large, fallen tree. Under the tree, there was a small silver star.
Moira closed the book. She knew exactly where the big fallen tree was. It was very far up the hill. It was a hard climb.
She grabbed a thermos and filled it with hot, sweet tea. She grabbed a warm wool blanket.
She ran out of the shop and past the old stone wall. She started to climb the hill.
The wind was much stronger on the hill. It pushed against her. The cold hurt her face. Her legs burned because the hill was so steep.
“Pietro!” she yelled. The wind carried her voice away.
She climbed for forty-five minutes. She was very tired. Then, she saw it. The huge fallen tree. It was covered in dead branches.
Moira ran to the tree. “Pietro!” she called again.
She heard a very tiny sound. Like a little mouse squeaking.
She fell to her knees and looked under the big branches. Deep inside a small hole under the tree roots, she saw a piece of a blue jacket.
“Pietro!” Moira said. She crawled into the dirt and pulled the branches away.
The little boy was curled into a tight ball. His lips were blue. He was shaking very fast. He was too cold to talk. He was crying quietly.
“It is okay, Pietro. I am here,” Moira said softly.
She pulled him out of the hole. She wrapped the big wool blanket around him tightly. She opened the thermos and poured a cup of the hot, sweet tea.
“Drink this, little one,” she said. She held the cup to his lips.
Pietro drank the hot tea slowly. His shaking started to slow down. He looked at Moira with big, scared eyes.
“I got lost,” he whispered. “I chased a white rabbit. Then I didn’t know how to go home.”
“You are safe now,” Moira said. She hugged him tight to share her body heat.
She picked the boy up. He was heavy, but Moira was strong. She carried him down the steep hill. It was hard work. She had to walk very carefully so she did not fall.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, she saw Ispettore Salomone and Anna running toward her.
Anna screamed and grabbed the boy. She hugged him and kissed his cold face. “Pietro! Oh, my sweet boy!”
Salomone looked at Moira. “You found him. Where was he?”
“Up the hill, under the big fallen tree,” Moira said. She was breathing very hard. She was exhausted.
“That is a very long way,” Salomone said. “How did you know to look up there?”
Moira gave a small, tired smile. “I just had a feeling, Ispettore. A very lucky feeling.”
Anna held Moira’s hand and cried. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved his life.”
“Go home, Anna. Get him in a hot bath,” Moira said.
Moira walked slowly back to her tea shop. She was freezing and very tired.
When she got inside, she took off her coat and boots. She sat in front of the fire. Ashwaganda climbed onto her lap and purred. The warm cat felt wonderful.
She looked at the blue book on the counter. The book had helped save a life today. It was not just for fighting bad people. It was for protecting the village.
She made herself a large bowl of hot soup. She ate it quietly. The village was safe again. No one was dead. No one was lost.
The magic in Speranza was strong. And Moira was proud to be the keeper of the secrets.
A week later, a strange thing happened in the village square.
There was a very large, very old clock on the wall of the church. It was made of stone and iron. It had been there for three hundred years. It always told the perfect time.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Everyone in Speranza used the church clock. They woke up by the clock. They closed their shops by the clock.
But on Thursday morning, the clock stopped.
It stopped at exactly 8:15 AM.
The village people stood in the square and looked up at the broken clock. They were confused.
“It never stops,” Altea said. She was smoking a cigar. “My grandfather said it never stopped even during the big war.”
“It is bad luck,” Marisa said. She was rubbing her arms. “A stopped clock means time is broken.”
Moira looked at the clock. The big iron hands were perfectly still. She felt a strange feeling in the air. The village felt too quiet without the tick-tock.
She went back to her shop. She opened the blue book.
When time stands still, the shadows wake up. Find the missing tooth in the big wheel.
Moira read the words. The missing tooth in the big wheel. The book was talking about the inside of the clock. A piece of the clock was missing.
She went back to the square. Ispettore Salomone was talking to the village priest, Father Tomaso.
“We need a clockmaker from the city,” Salomone said. “It will take weeks to fix.”
“Father Tomaso,” Moira said. “Can I look inside the clock room?”
The priest looked surprised. “You, Moira? You make tea. You do not fix clocks.”
“I just want to look,” Moira said nicely. “Maybe it is a simple problem.”
Father Tomaso gave her a large, heavy iron key. “Be careful. It is very dusty up there.”
Moira unlocked the small door at the bottom of the church tower. She climbed the long, dark stairs. The stairs went round and round. It was very dirty.
At the top, there was a small room. Inside the room were the giant gears and wheels of the old clock. They were made of dark metal. They were very big.
Moira looked closely at the biggest wheel. It had many metal “teeth” around the edge.
She remembered the book’s words. Find the missing tooth.
She checked every tooth on the big wheel. She walked slowly around it. Finally, she saw it. One of the metal teeth was broken off. It was gone.
But wait. It was not just broken. It looked like someone had cut it off with a saw. The metal was shiny and clean where it was cut.
Someone had broken the clock on purpose.
Moira looked around the dusty room. She saw footprints in the thick dust. Someone had been here recently.
Then, she saw something shining on the floor.
She picked it up. It was a very small, gold ring. It was a man’s ring. It had a tiny red stone in it.
Moira knew this ring. She had seen it before.
She climbed down the stairs. She gave the key back to Father Tomaso.
“You were right, Father,” Moira said. “It is a big problem. A piece of the wheel is gone.”
She walked quickly to the Cigar House. Altea was inside, reading a newspaper.
“Altea,” Moira said. “Do you remember the man who came here yesterday to buy your most expensive cigars?”
Altea nodded. “Yes. The rich man from Milan. Mr. Rossi’s brother. He said he came to pay his respects to his dead brother.”
“Did you notice his hands?” Moira asked.
Altea thought for a moment. “Yes. He wore a fancy gold ring with a red stone on his pinky finger.”
Moira put the small gold ring on the wooden counter. “Like this one?”
Altea’s eyes got wide. “Yes! Exactly like that. Where did you find it?”
“In the church tower,” Moira said. “He broke the clock.”
“Why would a rich man from the city break our clock?” Altea asked. She looked very confused.
“I don’t know yet,” Moira said. “But he wants to stop time in Speranza. He wants to cause trouble. I need to find him.”
“He said he was leaving today,” Altea said. “He is driving a big black car.”
Moira left the shop. She ran to the edge of the village. The road leading out of Speranza was empty. She was too late. The man with the black car was gone.
Why did he cut a piece of the clock?
Moira walked back to her shop slowly. Her head hurt. So many mysteries.
She opened the blue book. She placed the gold ring on the page.
The brother seeks revenge. He takes the iron tooth to open the iron gate. The old prison below the water.
Moira read the words three times. The iron gate. The old prison below the water.
There was an old story in the village. A very old legend. Hundreds of years ago, there was a small prison built under the lake near the village. It was called the Water Dungeon. People said there was a secret treasure hidden there, locked behind a giant iron gate.
The piece of the clock… the metal tooth. It was not just a piece of a clock. It was exactly the right shape to be the key for the iron gate.
Mr. Rossi’s brother did not care about the clock. He wanted the key to the treasure. He knew the old secret.
“He is not going back to the city,” Moira said to her cats. “He is going to the lake.”
Moira had to stop him. If he opened the Water Dungeon, the old magic and old bad things might come out.
She packed her bag. She put in strong rope, a heavy flashlight, and her strongest tea.
She got in her small truck. She drove toward the big lake outside the village. The sky was turning gray. It looked like snow was coming.
She drove to the edge of the water. The lake was dark and very calm. There was an old stone building near the water. It was ruined and broken. This was the entrance to the old tunnels that led under the lake.
She parked her truck. She saw tire tracks in the mud. A big car had been here. The brother was already inside.
Moira took a deep breath. She turned on her flashlight. She walked into the dark, ruined building.
Inside, there were wet stone stairs going down into the dark. It smelled like fish and old water. It was freezing cold.
Moira climbed down the stairs carefully. The walls were wet and slippery.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was a long stone tunnel. She heard the sound of water dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She walked quietly down the tunnel. She heard a noise ahead. It was the sound of metal hitting metal. Clang!
She turned a corner. She saw a large, round room. At the end of the room was a massive iron gate. It was black and rusted.
Standing in front of the gate was the man in the fancy suit. He was holding the piece of the clock wheel. He was trying to push it into a large hole in the stone wall next to the gate.
“It will not work,” Moira said loudly. Her voice echoed in the stone room.
The man jumped. He dropped the metal piece. He turned around to look at her.
“Who are you?” he shouted. “How did you follow me?”
“I am the keeper of this village,” Moira said. “You cannot open that gate. The things inside must stay asleep.”
The man laughed. It sounded crazy. “You are just a stupid woman from a stupid village! There is gold behind this gate. Roman gold! My brother died trying to find the map. I found it. It is mine!”
He picked up the metal piece again. He pushed it hard into the hole.
There was a loud grinding sound. The ground started to shake. The heavy iron gate slowly began to open.
“No!” Moira yelled.
But the gate did not open to show gold.
As the gate opened, a huge wall of dark, freezing water rushed out of the tunnel behind it. The prison was completely flooded.
The man screamed as the water hit him. The force of the water knocked him down.
Moira ran back toward the stairs. The water was rising fast. It grabbed her boots. It was so cold it burned her skin.
She climbed the stairs as fast as she could. The water followed her, rising higher and higher in the tunnel.
She reached the top of the stairs and ran out of the ruined building. She fell onto the muddy grass, breathing hard.
She looked back. The dark water was spilling out of the doorway. The man did not come out. He was trapped in the cold, dark water with his broken dream of gold.
Moira sat in the mud for a long time. The snow started to fall. Little white flakes covered the dark ground.
She stood up slowly. She was wet and freezing. She got into her truck and turned the heater on high.
She drove back to Speranza. The village was quiet. The snow was falling softly on the roofs.
She went into her warm tea shop. She locked the door. She took off her wet clothes and put on a warm, dry sweater.
She sat in her chair and looked at the blue book. It was closed on the counter.
The village had secrets. Old, dangerous secrets. Men came from the city because they were greedy. They wanted money and power. They brought death.
But Speranza had Moira. And Moira had the magic, the cats, and her brave heart.
The clock in the square was broken. It did not tell time anymore. But Moira knew the real time. It was time for peace. It was time to drink tea and let the snow cover the bad memories.
She closed her eyes and listened to the purring of Ashwaganda and Toe. The tea sanctuary was safe. And tomorrow, she would make a special warm tea for the whole village.

Chapter Three: The Strange Old Man

The days in Speranza became quiet again. The sun was warm. The sky was very blue. Moira was happy. Her tea shop was safe. The village people came back to drink tea and talk. They did not talk about the bad man who died. They wanted to forget.
Ashwaganda, the big orange cat, slept in the window all day. Toe, the black cat, sat on the high shelf. He watched everyone who came in the door.
One Tuesday, the bell on the door rang. A new man walked in. He was very old. He had white hair and a long black coat. He walked with a heavy wooden stick.
Moira stood behind her counter. “Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”
The old man looked around the shop. His eyes were small and dark. He looked at the jars of tea. He looked at the old books on the shelves. He did not look friendly.
“I am looking for something,” the old man said. His voice was slow and dry. “I am looking for a very old book.”
Moira felt her heart jump. She thought about The Days of the Dreams. The blue book was safely hidden under the counter.
“I have many old books,” Moira said in a calm voice. “What kind of book do you want?”
“A magic book,” the man said. “It has a blue cover. It has a picture of a sleeping cat on it. Do you have this book?”
Moira looked right into his dark eyes. “No. I do not have a book like that. I only sell tea and normal books.”
The old man did not look happy. He hit his wooden stick on the floor. “You are lying. I know the book is in this village. I will find it.”
He turned around and walked out of the shop. He did not say goodbye.
Moira locked the door fast. She took the blue book from under the counter. She opened it. The silver letters shined on the page.
The dark bird looks for the nest. Hide the truth. Fire is coming.
Moira read the words. Fire is coming. This was very bad. The old man wanted to hurt her and take the book.
She called her friend Altea. “Altea, it is Moira. A strange old man is in the village. He wears a black coat. Please watch him. He is dangerous.”
“I saw him,” Altea said on the phone. “He went to the old hotel. I will watch him for you.”
That night, Moira did not sleep. She sat in the dark shop. She held a heavy iron pan in her hand. The cats stayed awake with her. Toe sat by the door. Ashwaganda sat by the window.
At two o’clock in the morning, Moira heard a sound. It was a very quiet sound outside the back window. Someone was trying to open it.
Moira stood up slowly. She walked to the back room. She saw a dark shadow outside the glass.
Suddenly, the glass broke. Crash!
A hand reached inside to open the lock. Moira did not wait. She hit the hand very hard with the iron pan.
A man yelled outside. It was a loud, angry yell. Then, she heard feet running away in the dark.
Moira turned on the lights. She looked at the broken window. On the floor, there was a small drop of blood. And next to the blood, there was a strange, old coin.
Moira picked up the coin carefully. It was made of black metal. It had a picture of a bird on it. A dark bird. Just like the book said.
The next morning, the sun came up, but Moira was not happy. She looked at the broken window. She looked at the black coin.
She walked to the police station. Ispettore Salomone was drinking coffee at his desk. He looked tired.
“Moira,” he said. “Why are you here so early?”
Moira put the black coin on his desk. “Someone broke my window last night. They tried to come inside. I hit them, and they ran away. They left this.”
Salomone picked up the coin. He looked at it closely. “This is very old. It is not normal money. Who wants to break into a tea shop?”
“An old man came to my shop yesterday,” Moira said. “He wore a black coat. He asked about old books. I think it was him.”
“Altea called me about him,” Salomone said. “He is staying at the old hotel. His name is Mr. Corvo. I will go talk to him now.”
“Be careful, Ispettore,” Moira said. “He is not a good man.”
Moira walked back to her shop. She needed to clean the broken glass. When she got there, Marisa was waiting by the door. Marisa wore her clean white coat. She had a box of fresh chocolate cookies.
“Moira, I heard about the window,” Marisa said. She looked worried. “Are you okay? I brought you some sweet things.”
“Thank you, Marisa. I am fine,” Moira said. They went inside. Moira made strong black tea. They ate the chocolate cookies.
“This village is changing,” Marisa said sadly. “First the poison, now this. What do they want?”
Moira could not tell Marisa about the magic book. It was a secret. “I don’t know, Marisa. But we have to be strong.”
After Marisa left, Moira opened the blue book again. She needed help.
The silver letters grew on the yellow paper.
The dark bird hides in the dead trees. Follow the water to the cave.
Moira knew the dead trees. They were in the deep woods behind the village. There was a small river there. The trees were old and had no leaves. It was a scary place. People did not go there.
“I have to go,” Moira told her cats. “You stay here and guard the shop.”
Moira put on her heavy boots and her thick coat. She put a small flashlight in her pocket. She walked out of the village and into the woods.
The woods were very quiet. There were no birds singing. The trees were tall and dark. Moira walked next to the small river. The water moved fast over the rocks.
She walked for an hour. Her legs were tired. Then, she saw the dead trees. They looked like big, gray skeletons.
Behind the dead trees, there was a large hill made of dark stone. In the middle of the hill, there was a hole. It was a cave.
Moira turned on her flashlight. She walked slowly to the cave. It smelled like wet dirt and old leaves. She went inside.
The cave was big and cold. The light from her flashlight shined on the walls. Moira gasped. There were pictures on the walls. Old pictures painted with red and black colors. They showed people, animals, and stars.
But there was something else in the cave.
In the center of the dark room, there was a small fire. Next to the fire was a sleeping bag. And next to the sleeping bag was Mr. Corvo’s long black coat.
He was living here. The hotel room was just a trick.
Moira looked around quickly. She saw a small wooden box near the fire. She walked to it and opened it. Inside, there were more black coins. And there were maps of the village. One map had a big red circle around Moira’s tea shop.
Suddenly, Moira heard a sound behind her.
“You should not be here,” a slow, dry voice said.
Moira turned around fast. Mr. Corvo stood at the door of the cave. He held his heavy wooden stick. He looked very angry.
Moira did not move. She kept her flashlight pointed at the old man’s face.
“You broke my window,” Moira said. Her voice was strong. She was scared, but she did not show it.
“You have the book,” Mr. Corvo said. He walked slowly into the cave. “The book of the sleeping cat. My family owned that book a long time ago. It was stolen from us. I want it back.”
“The book is not yours,” Moira said. “It belongs to the tea shop now. It belongs to Speranza.”
Mr. Corvo laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. “Speranza is a village of fools. They do not know real magic. Give me the book, or I will burn your shop to the ground.”
Fire is coming. The book was right.
“You cannot have it,” Moira said. She looked around. She needed a way to escape. The old man was blocking the door.
Mr. Corvo lifted his heavy stick. “Then you will stay here forever.”
He ran at her. He was old, but he was very fast. Moira jumped to the side. The heavy stick hit the stone wall with a loud crack.
Moira ran toward the door of the cave. But Mr. Corvo grabbed her coat. He pulled her back.
Moira remembered the herbs in her pocket. She always carried small bags of strong herbs for emergencies. She had a bag of dried chili peppers and strong black pepper powder.
She reached into her pocket. She grabbed a handful of the hot powder. She threw it right into Mr. Corvo’s face.
The old man screamed. He dropped his stick. He put his hands over his eyes. The hot pepper burned his eyes and nose. He coughed and yelled.
Moira did not wait. She ran out of the cave. She ran through the dead trees. She ran next to the river. She ran as fast as she could.
She did not stop running until she saw the houses of the village. She ran straight to the police station.
She pushed the door open. She was breathing very hard.
“Salomone!” Moira yelled.
Ispettore Salomone jumped up from his desk. “Moira! What is wrong? You look terrible.”
“Mr. Corvo,” Moira said, trying to breathe. “He is not in the hotel. He is living in a cave in the deep woods. He tried to hurt me. He has a box of strange maps and coins.”
Salomone looked very serious. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Moira said. “I threw pepper in his face. He is still in the woods.”
“Stay here,” Salomone ordered. “Lock the door. I am taking my men to the woods right now.”
Salomone and three other policemen took their guns and ran to their cars. Moira sat in Salomone’s chair. She was shaking. She locked the heavy door of the police station.
She waited for two hours. The police station was very quiet. Finally, she heard cars outside.
She unlocked the door. Salomone walked in. He looked dirty and tired, but he was smiling.
“We got him,” Salomone said. “He was washing his eyes in the river. We found his cave. We found the box and the maps.”
Moira felt a huge wave of relief. “Thank you, Ispettore.”
“Why did he want to hurt you, Moira?” Salomone asked. “What did he want?”
Moira looked down. She had to lie again to protect the magic. “He was crazy, Ispettore. He thought I had some old gold hidden in my shop. He thought I was rich.”
Salomone shook his head. “Crazy people. Well, he is going to jail for a long time. You are safe now, Moira.”
Moira walked back to her shop. The sun was going down. The sky was orange and pink.
When she walked in, the cats ran to her. They purred loudly. They knew she was safe.
Moira sat in her velvet chair. She put the blue book on her lap. She touched the cracked leather.
“We won,” she whispered to the book.
The silver letters appeared one more time.
The dark bird is locked in a cage. But the wind still blows. Rest, and drink the sweet tea.
Moira smiled. She made a pot of sweet chamomile tea. She drank it slowly. The village of Speranza was quiet again. The bad people were gone.
For now, the magic book was safe. And Moira was ready for a long, peaceful sleep.
A month passed. The weather got colder. Winter was coming to the hills. The trees lost all their leaves. The wind was sharp and bit the skin.
Moira kept the fire burning in her tea shop all day. The shop was very warm. People came in just to sit by the fire and smell the hot tea.
One morning, the shop door opened fast. The cold wind blew inside. It was Anna, from the coffee shop. She looked very scared. Her face was red from the cold.
“Moira!” Anna cried. “Please, you must help me!”
Moira put down her cup. “Anna, what is wrong? Sit down.”
“It is my nephew, little Pietro,” Anna said. She was crying. “He is only seven years old. He went to play near the old stone wall two hours ago. Now we cannot find him. The police are looking, but the woods are so big. It is too cold outside for a little boy.”
Moira felt her stomach drop. A lost child in the winter was very dangerous.
“Did you look everywhere in the village?” Moira asked.
“Everywhere,” Anna sobbed. “We looked in all the shops. We looked in the church. He is gone.”
“I will help you look,” Moira said. She put on her thickest winter coat. She put on her gloves and hat. “Stay here where it is warm, Anna. I will go.”
Moira walked out into the freezing wind. Many people from the village were outside. They were shouting Pietro’s name.
“Pietro! Pietro!”
Moira walked to the old stone wall at the edge of the village. It was near the big hills. The grass was covered in white frost. It was very cold.
She looked at the ground. It was hard to see footprints because the ground was frozen.
Moira knew she needed special help. Normal eyes could not find him fast enough.
She ran back to her shop. She locked the door. She went to the blue book.
“Please,” Moira whispered. “A little boy is lost in the cold. Tell me where he is.”
She waited. The book stayed blank for a long time. Then, very slowly, a picture started to draw itself on the paper.
It was not words this time. It was a map. Drawn in silver ink. It showed the old stone wall. Then it showed a path going up the big, steep hill. At the top of the hill, it showed a picture of a large, fallen tree. Under the tree, there was a small silver star.
Moira closed the book. She knew exactly where the big fallen tree was. It was very far up the hill. It was a hard climb.
She grabbed a thermos and filled it with hot, sweet tea. She grabbed a warm wool blanket.
She ran out of the shop and past the old stone wall. She started to climb the hill.
The wind was much stronger on the hill. It pushed against her. The cold hurt her face. Her legs burned because the hill was so steep.
“Pietro!” she yelled. The wind carried her voice away.
She climbed for forty-five minutes. She was very tired. Then, she saw it. The huge fallen tree. It was covered in dead branches.
Moira ran to the tree. “Pietro!” she called again.
She heard a very tiny sound. Like a little mouse squeaking.
She fell to her knees and looked under the big branches. Deep inside a small hole under the tree roots, she saw a piece of a blue jacket.
“Pietro!” Moira said. She crawled into the dirt and pulled the branches away.
The little boy was curled into a tight ball. His lips were blue. He was shaking very fast. He was too cold to talk. He was crying quietly.
“It is okay, Pietro. I am here,” Moira said softly.
She pulled him out of the hole. She wrapped the big wool blanket around him tightly. She opened the thermos and poured a cup of the hot, sweet tea.
“Drink this, little one,” she said. She held the cup to his lips.
Pietro drank the hot tea slowly. His shaking started to slow down. He looked at Moira with big, scared eyes.
“I got lost,” he whispered. “I chased a white rabbit. Then I didn’t know how to go home.”
“You are safe now,” Moira said. She hugged him tight to share her body heat.
She picked the boy up. He was heavy, but Moira was strong. She carried him down the steep hill. It was hard work. She had to walk very carefully so she did not fall.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, she saw Ispettore Salomone and Anna running toward her.
Anna screamed and grabbed the boy. She hugged him and kissed his cold face. “Pietro! Oh, my sweet boy!”
Salomone looked at Moira. “You found him. Where was he?”
“Up the hill, under the big fallen tree,” Moira said. She was breathing very hard. She was exhausted.
“That is a very long way,” Salomone said. “How did you know to look up there?”
Moira gave a small, tired smile. “I just had a feeling, Ispettore. A very lucky feeling.”
Anna held Moira’s hand and cried. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved his life.”
“Go home, Anna. Get him in a hot bath,” Moira said.
Moira walked slowly back to her tea shop. She was freezing and very tired.
When she got inside, she took off her coat and boots. She sat in front of the fire. Ashwaganda climbed onto her lap and purred. The warm cat felt wonderful.
She looked at the blue book on the counter. The book had helped save a life today. It was not just for fighting bad people. It was for protecting the village.
She made herself a large bowl of hot soup. She ate it quietly. The village was safe again. No one was dead. No one was lost.
The magic in Speranza was strong. And Moira was proud to be the keeper of the secrets.
A week later, a strange thing happened in the village square.
There was a very large, very old clock on the wall of the church. It was made of stone and iron. It had been there for three hundred years. It always told the perfect time.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Everyone in Speranza used the church clock. They woke up by the clock. They closed their shops by the clock.
But on Thursday morning, the clock stopped.
It stopped at exactly 8:15 AM.
The village people stood in the square and looked up at the broken clock. They were confused.
“It never stops,” Altea said. She was smoking a cigar. “My grandfather said it never stopped even during the big war.”
“It is bad luck,” Marisa said. She was rubbing her arms. “A stopped clock means time is broken.”
Moira looked at the clock. The big iron hands were perfectly still. She felt a strange feeling in the air. The village felt too quiet without the tick-tock.
She went back to her shop. She opened the blue book.
When time stands still, the shadows wake up. Find the missing tooth in the big wheel.
Moira read the words. The missing tooth in the big wheel. The book was talking about the inside of the clock. A piece of the clock was missing.
She went back to the square. Ispettore Salomone was talking to the village priest, Father Tomaso.
“We need a clockmaker from the city,” Salomone said. “It will take weeks to fix.”
“Father Tomaso,” Moira said. “Can I look inside the clock room?”
The priest looked surprised. “You, Moira? You make tea. You do not fix clocks.”
“I just want to look,” Moira said nicely. “Maybe it is a simple problem.”
Father Tomaso gave her a large, heavy iron key. “Be careful. It is very dusty up there.”
Moira unlocked the small door at the bottom of the church tower. She climbed the long, dark stairs. The stairs went round and round. It was very dirty.
At the top, there was a small room. Inside the room were the giant gears and wheels of the old clock. They were made of dark metal. They were very big.
Moira looked closely at the biggest wheel. It had many metal “teeth” around the edge.
She remembered the book’s words. Find the missing tooth.
She checked every tooth on the big wheel. She walked slowly around it. Finally, she saw it. One of the metal teeth was broken off. It was gone.
But wait. It was not just broken. It looked like someone had cut it off with a saw. The metal was shiny and clean where it was cut.
Someone had broken the clock on purpose.
Moira looked around the dusty room. She saw footprints in the thick dust. Someone had been here recently.
Then, she saw something shining on the floor.
She picked it up. It was a very small, gold ring. It was a man’s ring. It had a tiny red stone in it.
Moira knew this ring. She had seen it before.
She climbed down the stairs. She gave the key back to Father Tomaso.
“You were right, Father,” Moira said. “It is a big problem. A piece of the wheel is gone.”
She walked quickly to the Cigar House. Altea was inside, reading a newspaper.
“Altea,” Moira said. “Do you remember the man who came here yesterday to buy your most expensive cigars?”
Altea nodded. “Yes. The rich man from Milan. Mr. Rossi’s brother. He said he came to pay his respects to his dead brother.”
“Did you notice his hands?” Moira asked.
Altea thought for a moment. “Yes. He wore a fancy gold ring with a red stone on his pinky finger.”
Moira put the small gold ring on the wooden counter. “Like this one?”
Altea’s eyes got wide. “Yes! Exactly like that. Where did you find it?”
“In the church tower,” Moira said. “He broke the clock.”
“Why would a rich man from the city break our clock?” Altea asked. She looked very confused.
“I don’t know yet,” Moira said. “But he wants to stop time in Speranza. He wants to cause trouble. I need to find him.”
“He said he was leaving today,” Altea said. “He is driving a big black car.”
Moira left the shop. She ran to the edge of the village. The road leading out of Speranza was empty. She was too late. The man with the black car was gone.
Why did he cut a piece of the clock?
Moira walked back to her shop slowly. Her head hurt. So many mysteries.
She opened the blue book. She placed the gold ring on the page.
The brother seeks revenge. He takes the iron tooth to open the iron gate. The old prison below the water.
Moira read the words three times. The iron gate. The old prison below the water.
There was an old story in the village. A very old legend. Hundreds of years ago, there was a small prison built under the lake near the village. It was called the Water Dungeon. People said there was a secret treasure hidden there, locked behind a giant iron gate.
The piece of the clock… the metal tooth. It was not just a piece of a clock. It was exactly the right shape to be the key for the iron gate.
Mr. Rossi’s brother did not care about the clock. He wanted the key to the treasure. He knew the old secret.
“He is not going back to the city,” Moira said to her cats. “He is going to the lake.”
Moira had to stop him. If he opened the Water Dungeon, the old magic and old bad things might come out.
She packed her bag. She put in strong rope, a heavy flashlight, and her strongest tea.
She got in her small truck. She drove toward the big lake outside the village. The sky was turning gray. It looked like snow was coming.
She drove to the edge of the water. The lake was dark and very calm. There was an old stone building near the water. It was ruined and broken. This was the entrance to the old tunnels that led under the lake.
She parked her truck. She saw tire tracks in the mud. A big car had been here. The brother was already inside.
Moira took a deep breath. She turned on her flashlight. She walked into the dark, ruined building.
Inside, there were wet stone stairs going down into the dark. It smelled like fish and old water. It was freezing cold.
Moira climbed down the stairs carefully. The walls were wet and slippery.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was a long stone tunnel. She heard the sound of water dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She walked quietly down the tunnel. She heard a noise ahead. It was the sound of metal hitting metal. Clang!
She turned a corner. She saw a large, round room. At the end of the room was a massive iron gate. It was black and rusted.
Standing in front of the gate was the man in the fancy suit. He was holding the piece of the clock wheel. He was trying to push it into a large hole in the stone wall next to the gate.
“It will not work,” Moira said loudly. Her voice echoed in the stone room.
The man jumped. He dropped the metal piece. He turned around to look at her.
“Who are you?” he shouted. “How did you follow me?”
“I am the keeper of this village,” Moira said. “You cannot open that gate. The things inside must stay asleep.”
The man laughed. It sounded crazy. “You are just a stupid woman from a stupid village! There is gold behind this gate. Roman gold! My brother died trying to find the map. I found it. It is mine!”
He picked up the metal piece again. He pushed it hard into the hole.
There was a loud grinding sound. The ground started to shake. The heavy iron gate slowly began to open.
“No!” Moira yelled.
But the gate did not open to show gold.
As the gate opened, a huge wall of dark, freezing water rushed out of the tunnel behind it. The prison was completely flooded.
The man screamed as the water hit him. The force of the water knocked him down.
Moira ran back toward the stairs. The water was rising fast. It grabbed her boots. It was so cold it burned her skin.
She climbed the stairs as fast as she could. The water followed her, rising higher and higher in the tunnel.
She reached the top of the stairs and ran out of the ruined building. She fell onto the muddy grass, breathing hard.
She looked back. The dark water was spilling out of the doorway. The man did not come out. He was trapped in the cold, dark water with his broken dream of gold.
Moira sat in the mud for a long time. The snow started to fall. Little white flakes covered the dark ground.
She stood up slowly. She was wet and freezing. She got into her truck and turned the heater on high.
She drove back to Speranza. The village was quiet. The snow was falling softly on the roofs.
She went into her warm tea shop. She locked the door. She took off her wet clothes and put on a warm, dry sweater.
She sat in her chair and looked at the blue book. It was closed on the counter.
The village had secrets. Old, dangerous secrets. Men came from the city because they were greedy. They wanted money and power. They brought death.
But Speranza had Moira. And Moira had the magic, the cats, and her brave heart.
The clock in the square was broken. It did not tell time anymore. But Moira knew the real time. It was time for peace. It was time to drink tea and let the snow cover the bad memories.
She closed her eyes and listened to the purring of Ashwaganda and Toe. The tea sanctuary was safe. And tomorrow, she would make a special warm tea for the whole village.

Chapter Three: The Strange Old Man

The days in Speranza became quiet again. The sun was warm. The sky was very blue. Moira was happy. Her tea shop was safe. The village people came back to drink tea and talk. They did not talk about the bad man who died. They wanted to forget.
Ashwaganda, the big orange cat, slept in the window all day. Toe, the black cat, sat on the high shelf. He watched everyone who came in the door.
One Tuesday, the bell on the door rang. A new man walked in. He was very old. He had white hair and a long black coat. He walked with a heavy wooden stick.
Moira stood behind her counter. “Hello,” she said. “Can I help you?”
The old man looked around the shop. His eyes were small and dark. He looked at the jars of tea. He looked at the old books on the shelves. He did not look friendly.
“I am looking for something,” the old man said. His voice was slow and dry. “I am looking for a very old book.”
Moira felt her heart jump. She thought about The Days of the Dreams. The blue book was safely hidden under the counter.
“I have many old books,” Moira said in a calm voice. “What kind of book do you want?”
“A magic book,” the man said. “It has a blue cover. It has a picture of a sleeping cat on it. Do you have this book?”
Moira looked right into his dark eyes. “No. I do not have a book like that. I only sell tea and normal books.”
The old man did not look happy. He hit his wooden stick on the floor. “You are lying. I know the book is in this village. I will find it.”
He turned around and walked out of the shop. He did not say goodbye.
Moira locked the door fast. She took the blue book from under the counter. She opened it. The silver letters shined on the page.
The dark bird looks for the nest. Hide the truth. Fire is coming.
Moira read the words. Fire is coming. This was very bad. The old man wanted to hurt her and take the book.
She called her friend Altea. “Altea, it is Moira. A strange old man is in the village. He wears a black coat. Please watch him. He is dangerous.”
“I saw him,” Altea said on the phone. “He went to the old hotel. I will watch him for you.”
That night, Moira did not sleep. She sat in the dark shop. She held a heavy iron pan in her hand. The cats stayed awake with her. Toe sat by the door. Ashwaganda sat by the window.
At two o’clock in the morning, Moira heard a sound. It was a very quiet sound outside the back window. Someone was trying to open it.
Moira stood up slowly. She walked to the back room. She saw a dark shadow outside the glass.
Suddenly, the glass broke. Crash!
A hand reached inside to open the lock. Moira did not wait. She hit the hand very hard with the iron pan.
A man yelled outside. It was a loud, angry yell. Then, she heard feet running away in the dark.
Moira turned on the lights. She looked at the broken window. On the floor, there was a small drop of blood. And next to the blood, there was a strange, old coin.
Moira picked up the coin carefully. It was made of black metal. It had a picture of a bird on it. A dark bird. Just like the book said.
The next morning, the sun came up, but Moira was not happy. She looked at the broken window. She looked at the black coin.
She walked to the police station. Ispettore Salomone was drinking coffee at his desk. He looked tired.
“Moira,” he said. “Why are you here so early?”
Moira put the black coin on his desk. “Someone broke my window last night. They tried to come inside. I hit them, and they ran away. They left this.”
Salomone picked up the coin. He looked at it closely. “This is very old. It is not normal money. Who wants to break into a tea shop?”
“An old man came to my shop yesterday,” Moira said. “He wore a black coat. He asked about old books. I think it was him.”
“Altea called me about him,” Salomone said. “He is staying at the old hotel. His name is Mr. Corvo. I will go talk to him now.”
“Be careful, Ispettore,” Moira said. “He is not a good man.”
Moira walked back to her shop. She needed to clean the broken glass. When she got there, Marisa was waiting by the door. Marisa wore her clean white coat. She had a box of fresh chocolate cookies.
“Moira, I heard about the window,” Marisa said. She looked worried. “Are you okay? I brought you some sweet things.”
“Thank you, Marisa. I am fine,” Moira said. They went inside. Moira made strong black tea. They ate the chocolate cookies.
“This village is changing,” Marisa said sadly. “First the poison, now this. What do they want?”
Moira could not tell Marisa about the magic book. It was a secret. “I don’t know, Marisa. But we have to be strong.”
After Marisa left, Moira opened the blue book again. She needed help.
The silver letters grew on the yellow paper.
The dark bird hides in the dead trees. Follow the water to the cave.
Moira knew the dead trees. They were in the deep woods behind the village. There was a small river there. The trees were old and had no leaves. It was a scary place. People did not go there.
“I have to go,” Moira told her cats. “You stay here and guard the shop.”
Moira put on her heavy boots and her thick coat. She put a small flashlight in her pocket. She walked out of the village and into the woods.
The woods were very quiet. There were no birds singing. The trees were tall and dark. Moira walked next to the small river. The water moved fast over the rocks.
She walked for an hour. Her legs were tired. Then, she saw the dead trees. They looked like big, gray skeletons.
Behind the dead trees, there was a large hill made of dark stone. In the middle of the hill, there was a hole. It was a cave.
Moira turned on her flashlight. She walked slowly to the cave. It smelled like wet dirt and old leaves. She went inside.
The cave was big and cold. The light from her flashlight shined on the walls. Moira gasped. There were pictures on the walls. Old pictures painted with red and black colors. They showed people, animals, and stars.
But there was something else in the cave.
In the center of the dark room, there was a small fire. Next to the fire was a sleeping bag. And next to the sleeping bag was Mr. Corvo’s long black coat.
He was living here. The hotel room was just a trick.
Moira looked around quickly. She saw a small wooden box near the fire. She walked to it and opened it. Inside, there were more black coins. And there were maps of the village. One map had a big red circle around Moira’s tea shop.
Suddenly, Moira heard a sound behind her.
“You should not be here,” a slow, dry voice said.
Moira turned around fast. Mr. Corvo stood at the door of the cave. He held his heavy wooden stick. He looked very angry.
Moira did not move. She kept her flashlight pointed at the old man’s face.
“You broke my window,” Moira said. Her voice was strong. She was scared, but she did not show it.
“You have the book,” Mr. Corvo said. He walked slowly into the cave. “The book of the sleeping cat. My family owned that book a long time ago. It was stolen from us. I want it back.”
“The book is not yours,” Moira said. “It belongs to the tea shop now. It belongs to Speranza.”
Mr. Corvo laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. “Speranza is a village of fools. They do not know real magic. Give me the book, or I will burn your shop to the ground.”
Fire is coming. The book was right.
“You cannot have it,” Moira said. She looked around. She needed a way to escape. The old man was blocking the door.
Mr. Corvo lifted his heavy stick. “Then you will stay here forever.”
He ran at her. He was old, but he was very fast. Moira jumped to the side. The heavy stick hit the stone wall with a loud crack.
Moira ran toward the door of the cave. But Mr. Corvo grabbed her coat. He pulled her back.
Moira remembered the herbs in her pocket. She always carried small bags of strong herbs for emergencies. She had a bag of dried chili peppers and strong black pepper powder.
She reached into her pocket. She grabbed a handful of the hot powder. She threw it right into Mr. Corvo’s face.
The old man screamed. He dropped his stick. He put his hands over his eyes. The hot pepper burned his eyes and nose. He coughed and yelled.
Moira did not wait. She ran out of the cave. She ran through the dead trees. She ran next to the river. She ran as fast as she could.
She did not stop running until she saw the houses of the village. She ran straight to the police station.
She pushed the door open. She was breathing very hard.
“Salomone!” Moira yelled.
Ispettore Salomone jumped up from his desk. “Moira! What is wrong? You look terrible.”
“Mr. Corvo,” Moira said, trying to breathe. “He is not in the hotel. He is living in a cave in the deep woods. He tried to hurt me. He has a box of strange maps and coins.”
Salomone looked very serious. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” Moira said. “I threw pepper in his face. He is still in the woods.”
“Stay here,” Salomone ordered. “Lock the door. I am taking my men to the woods right now.”
Salomone and three other policemen took their guns and ran to their cars. Moira sat in Salomone’s chair. She was shaking. She locked the heavy door of the police station.
She waited for two hours. The police station was very quiet. Finally, she heard cars outside.
She unlocked the door. Salomone walked in. He looked dirty and tired, but he was smiling.
“We got him,” Salomone said. “He was washing his eyes in the river. We found his cave. We found the box and the maps.”
Moira felt a huge wave of relief. “Thank you, Ispettore.”
“Why did he want to hurt you, Moira?” Salomone asked. “What did he want?”
Moira looked down. She had to lie again to protect the magic. “He was crazy, Ispettore. He thought I had some old gold hidden in my shop. He thought I was rich.”
Salomone shook his head. “Crazy people. Well, he is going to jail for a long time. You are safe now, Moira.”
Moira walked back to her shop. The sun was going down. The sky was orange and pink.
When she walked in, the cats ran to her. They purred loudly. They knew she was safe.
Moira sat in her velvet chair. She put the blue book on her lap. She touched the cracked leather.
“We won,” she whispered to the book.
The silver letters appeared one more time.
The dark bird is locked in a cage. But the wind still blows. Rest, and drink the sweet tea.
Moira smiled. She made a pot of sweet chamomile tea. She drank it slowly. The village of Speranza was quiet again. The bad people were gone.
For now, the magic book was safe. And Moira was ready for a long, peaceful sleep.
A month passed. The weather got colder. Winter was coming to the hills. The trees lost all their leaves. The wind was sharp and bit the skin.
Moira kept the fire burning in her tea shop all day. The shop was very warm. People came in just to sit by the fire and smell the hot tea.
One morning, the shop door opened fast. The cold wind blew inside. It was Anna, from the coffee shop. She looked very scared. Her face was red from the cold.
“Moira!” Anna cried. “Please, you must help me!”
Moira put down her cup. “Anna, what is wrong? Sit down.”
“It is my nephew, little Pietro,” Anna said. She was crying. “He is only seven years old. He went to play near the old stone wall two hours ago. Now we cannot find him. The police are looking, but the woods are so big. It is too cold outside for a little boy.”
Moira felt her stomach drop. A lost child in the winter was very dangerous.
“Did you look everywhere in the village?” Moira asked.
“Everywhere,” Anna sobbed. “We looked in all the shops. We looked in the church. He is gone.”
“I will help you look,” Moira said. She put on her thickest winter coat. She put on her gloves and hat. “Stay here where it is warm, Anna. I will go.”
Moira walked out into the freezing wind. Many people from the village were outside. They were shouting Pietro’s name.
“Pietro! Pietro!”
Moira walked to the old stone wall at the edge of the village. It was near the big hills. The grass was covered in white frost. It was very cold.
She looked at the ground. It was hard to see footprints because the ground was frozen.
Moira knew she needed special help. Normal eyes could not find him fast enough.
She ran back to her shop. She locked the door. She went to the blue book.
“Please,” Moira whispered. “A little boy is lost in the cold. Tell me where he is.”
She waited. The book stayed blank for a long time. Then, very slowly, a picture started to draw itself on the paper.
It was not words this time. It was a map. Drawn in silver ink. It showed the old stone wall. Then it showed a path going up the big, steep hill. At the top of the hill, it showed a picture of a large, fallen tree. Under the tree, there was a small silver star.
Moira closed the book. She knew exactly where the big fallen tree was. It was very far up the hill. It was a hard climb.
She grabbed a thermos and filled it with hot, sweet tea. She grabbed a warm wool blanket.
She ran out of the shop and past the old stone wall. She started to climb the hill.
The wind was much stronger on the hill. It pushed against her. The cold hurt her face. Her legs burned because the hill was so steep.
“Pietro!” she yelled. The wind carried her voice away.
She climbed for forty-five minutes. She was very tired. Then, she saw it. The huge fallen tree. It was covered in dead branches.
Moira ran to the tree. “Pietro!” she called again.
She heard a very tiny sound. Like a little mouse squeaking.
She fell to her knees and looked under the big branches. Deep inside a small hole under the tree roots, she saw a piece of a blue jacket.
“Pietro!” Moira said. She crawled into the dirt and pulled the branches away.
The little boy was curled into a tight ball. His lips were blue. He was shaking very fast. He was too cold to talk. He was crying quietly.
“It is okay, Pietro. I am here,” Moira said softly.
She pulled him out of the hole. She wrapped the big wool blanket around him tightly. She opened the thermos and poured a cup of the hot, sweet tea.
“Drink this, little one,” she said. She held the cup to his lips.
Pietro drank the hot tea slowly. His shaking started to slow down. He looked at Moira with big, scared eyes.
“I got lost,” he whispered. “I chased a white rabbit. Then I didn’t know how to go home.”
“You are safe now,” Moira said. She hugged him tight to share her body heat.
She picked the boy up. He was heavy, but Moira was strong. She carried him down the steep hill. It was hard work. She had to walk very carefully so she did not fall.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, she saw Ispettore Salomone and Anna running toward her.
Anna screamed and grabbed the boy. She hugged him and kissed his cold face. “Pietro! Oh, my sweet boy!”
Salomone looked at Moira. “You found him. Where was he?”
“Up the hill, under the big fallen tree,” Moira said. She was breathing very hard. She was exhausted.
“That is a very long way,” Salomone said. “How did you know to look up there?”
Moira gave a small, tired smile. “I just had a feeling, Ispettore. A very lucky feeling.”
Anna held Moira’s hand and cried. “Thank you. Thank you. You saved his life.”
“Go home, Anna. Get him in a hot bath,” Moira said.
Moira walked slowly back to her tea shop. She was freezing and very tired.
When she got inside, she took off her coat and boots. She sat in front of the fire. Ashwaganda climbed onto her lap and purred. The warm cat felt wonderful.
She looked at the blue book on the counter. The book had helped save a life today. It was not just for fighting bad people. It was for protecting the village.
She made herself a large bowl of hot soup. She ate it quietly. The village was safe again. No one was dead. No one was lost.
The magic in Speranza was strong. And Moira was proud to be the keeper of the secrets.
A week later, a strange thing happened in the village square.
There was a very large, very old clock on the wall of the church. It was made of stone and iron. It had been there for three hundred years. It always told the perfect time.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Everyone in Speranza used the church clock. They woke up by the clock. They closed their shops by the clock.
But on Thursday morning, the clock stopped.
It stopped at exactly 8:15 AM.
The village people stood in the square and looked up at the broken clock. They were confused.
“It never stops,” Altea said. She was smoking a cigar. “My grandfather said it never stopped even during the big war.”
“It is bad luck,” Marisa said. She was rubbing her arms. “A stopped clock means time is broken.”
Moira looked at the clock. The big iron hands were perfectly still. She felt a strange feeling in the air. The village felt too quiet without the tick-tock.
She went back to her shop. She opened the blue book.
When time stands still, the shadows wake up. Find the missing tooth in the big wheel.
Moira read the words. The missing tooth in the big wheel. The book was talking about the inside of the clock. A piece of the clock was missing.
She went back to the square. Ispettore Salomone was talking to the village priest, Father Tomaso.
“We need a clockmaker from the city,” Salomone said. “It will take weeks to fix.”
“Father Tomaso,” Moira said. “Can I look inside the clock room?”
The priest looked surprised. “You, Moira? You make tea. You do not fix clocks.”
“I just want to look,” Moira said nicely. “Maybe it is a simple problem.”
Father Tomaso gave her a large, heavy iron key. “Be careful. It is very dusty up there.”
Moira unlocked the small door at the bottom of the church tower. She climbed the long, dark stairs. The stairs went round and round. It was very dirty.
At the top, there was a small room. Inside the room were the giant gears and wheels of the old clock. They were made of dark metal. They were very big.
Moira looked closely at the biggest wheel. It had many metal “teeth” around the edge.
She remembered the book’s words. Find the missing tooth.
She checked every tooth on the big wheel. She walked slowly around it. Finally, she saw it. One of the metal teeth was broken off. It was gone.
But wait. It was not just broken. It looked like someone had cut it off with a saw. The metal was shiny and clean where it was cut.
Someone had broken the clock on purpose.
Moira looked around the dusty room. She saw footprints in the thick dust. Someone had been here recently.
Then, she saw something shining on the floor.
She picked it up. It was a very small, gold ring. It was a man’s ring. It had a tiny red stone in it.
Moira knew this ring. She had seen it before.
She climbed down the stairs. She gave the key back to Father Tomaso.
“You were right, Father,” Moira said. “It is a big problem. A piece of the wheel is gone.”
She walked quickly to the Cigar House. Altea was inside, reading a newspaper.
“Altea,” Moira said. “Do you remember the man who came here yesterday to buy your most expensive cigars?”
Altea nodded. “Yes. The rich man from Milan. Mr. Rossi’s brother. He said he came to pay his respects to his dead brother.”
“Did you notice his hands?” Moira asked.
Altea thought for a moment. “Yes. He wore a fancy gold ring with a red stone on his pinky finger.”
Moira put the small gold ring on the wooden counter. “Like this one?”
Altea’s eyes got wide. “Yes! Exactly like that. Where did you find it?”
“In the church tower,” Moira said. “He broke the clock.”
“Why would a rich man from the city break our clock?” Altea asked. She looked very confused.
“I don’t know yet,” Moira said. “But he wants to stop time in Speranza. He wants to cause trouble. I need to find him.”
“He said he was leaving today,” Altea said. “He is driving a big black car.”
Moira left the shop. She ran to the edge of the village. The road leading out of Speranza was empty. She was too late. The man with the black car was gone.
Why did he cut a piece of the clock?
Moira walked back to her shop slowly. Her head hurt. So many mysteries.
She opened the blue book. She placed the gold ring on the page.
The brother seeks revenge. He takes the iron tooth to open the iron gate. The old prison below the water.
Moira read the words three times. The iron gate. The old prison below the water.
There was an old story in the village. A very old legend. Hundreds of years ago, there was a small prison built under the lake near the village. It was called the Water Dungeon. People said there was a secret treasure hidden there, locked behind a giant iron gate.
The piece of the clock… the metal tooth. It was not just a piece of a clock. It was exactly the right shape to be the key for the iron gate.
Mr. Rossi’s brother did not care about the clock. He wanted the key to the treasure. He knew the old secret.
“He is not going back to the city,” Moira said to her cats. “He is going to the lake.”
Moira had to stop him. If he opened the Water Dungeon, the old magic and old bad things might come out.
She packed her bag. She put in strong rope, a heavy flashlight, and her strongest tea.
She got in her small truck. She drove toward the big lake outside the village. The sky was turning gray. It looked like snow was coming.
She drove to the edge of the water. The lake was dark and very calm. There was an old stone building near the water. It was ruined and broken. This was the entrance to the old tunnels that led under the lake.
She parked her truck. She saw tire tracks in the mud. A big car had been here. The brother was already inside.
Moira took a deep breath. She turned on her flashlight. She walked into the dark, ruined building.
Inside, there were wet stone stairs going down into the dark. It smelled like fish and old water. It was freezing cold.
Moira climbed down the stairs carefully. The walls were wet and slippery.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was a long stone tunnel. She heard the sound of water dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She walked quietly down the tunnel. She heard a noise ahead. It was the sound of metal hitting metal. Clang!
She turned a corner. She saw a large, round room. At the end of the room was a massive iron gate. It was black and rusted.
Standing in front of the gate was the man in the fancy suit. He was holding the piece of the clock wheel. He was trying to push it into a large hole in the stone wall next to the gate.
“It will not work,” Moira said loudly. Her voice echoed in the stone room.
The man jumped. He dropped the metal piece. He turned around to look at her.
“Who are you?” he shouted. “How did you follow me?”
“I am the keeper of this village,” Moira said. “You cannot open that gate. The things inside must stay asleep.”
The man laughed. It sounded crazy. “You are just a stupid woman from a stupid village! There is gold behind this gate. Roman gold! My brother died trying to find the map. I found it. It is mine!”
He picked up the metal piece again. He pushed it hard into the hole.
There was a loud grinding sound. The ground started to shake. The heavy iron gate slowly began to open.
“No!” Moira yelled.
But the gate did not open to show gold.
As the gate opened, a huge wall of dark, freezing water rushed out of the tunnel behind it. The prison was completely flooded.
The man screamed as the water hit him. The force of the water knocked him down.
Moira ran back toward the stairs. The water was rising fast. It grabbed her boots. It was so cold it burned her skin.
She climbed the stairs as fast as she could. The water followed her, rising higher and higher in the tunnel.
She reached the top of the stairs and ran out of the ruined building. She fell onto the muddy grass, breathing hard.
She looked back. The dark water was spilling out of the doorway. The man did not come out. He was trapped in the cold, dark water with his broken dream of gold.
Moira sat in the mud for a long time. The snow started to fall. Little white flakes covered the dark ground.
She stood up slowly. She was wet and freezing. She got into her truck and turned the heater on high.
She drove back to Speranza. The village was quiet. The snow was falling softly on the roofs.
She went into her warm tea shop. She locked the door. She took off her wet clothes and put on a warm, dry sweater.
She sat in her chair and looked at the blue book. It was closed on the counter.
The village had secrets. Old, dangerous secrets. Men came from the city because they were greedy. They wanted money and power. They brought death.
But Speranza had Moira. And Moira had the magic, the cats, and her brave heart.
The clock in the square was broken. It did not tell time anymore. But Moira knew the real time. It was time for peace. It was time to drink tea and let the snow cover the bad memories.
She closed her eyes and listened to the purring of Ashwaganda and Toe. The tea sanctuary was safe. And tomorrow, she would make a special warm tea for the whole village.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

CHAPTER TWO

Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

“A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

“I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

“It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

“Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

“Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

“I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

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In nationalist thought there are facts which are both true and untrue, known and unknown. A known fact may be so unbearable that it is habitually pushed aside and not allowed to enter into logical processes, or on the other hand it may enter into every calculation and yet never be admitted as a fact, even in one’s own mind.

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Essay (1945-05), “Notes on Nationalism,” Polemic Magazine (1945-10)

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A quotation from Orwell

In nationalist thought there are facts which are both true and untrue, known and unknown. A known fact may be so unbearable that it is habitually pushed aside and not allowed to enter into logical processes, or on the other hand it may enter into every calculation and yet never be admitted as a fact, even in one’s own mind.

George Orwell (1903-1950) English journalist, essayist, writer [pseud. of Eric Arthur Blair]
Essay (1945-05), “Notes on Nationalism,” Polemic Magazine (1945-10)

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A quotation from Orwell

In nationalist thought there are facts which are both true and untrue, known and unknown. A known fact may be so unbearable that it is habitually pushed aside and not allowed to enter into logical processes, or on the other hand it may enter into every calculation and yet never be admitted as a fact, even in one’s own mind.

George Orwell (1903-1950) English journalist, essayist, writer [pseud. of Eric Arthur Blair]
Essay (1945-05), “Notes on Nationalism,” Polemic Magazine (1945-10)

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A quotation from Carlyle

I grow daily to honor Facts more and more, and Theory less and less.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) Scottish essayist and historian
Letter (1836-04-29) to Ralph Waldo Emerson

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A quotation from Carlyle

I grow daily to honor Facts more and more, and Theory less and less.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) Scottish essayist and historian
Letter (1836-04-29) to Ralph Waldo Emerson

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A quotation from Carlyle

I grow daily to honor Facts more and more, and Theory less and less.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) Scottish essayist and historian
Letter (1836-04-29) to Ralph Waldo Emerson

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A quotation from Carlyle

I grow daily to honor Facts more and more, and Theory less and less.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) Scottish essayist and historian
Letter (1836-04-29) to Ralph Waldo Emerson

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⚽ In the English Premier League, 95% of original referee calls were overturned after video review

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⚽ In the English Premier League, 95% of original referee calls were overturned after video review

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⚽ In the English Premier League, 95% of original referee calls were overturned after video review

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⚽ In the English Premier League, 95% of original referee calls were overturned after video review

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⚽ In the English Premier League, 95% of original referee calls were overturned after video review

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🚬 Banning the sale of flavoured vapes may help reduce teen vaping over time, according to a US study

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