The front door creaked open, and a gust of wind sent a flurry of maple leaves skittering across her floor. It was Elias, the local blacksmith, looking weary.
"Mel, the forge feels cold. Not 'fire' cold, but... empty," he said, twisting his cap in his hands. Mel Bennett - Autumn Flavor & Witch Essentials :)
The air in Oakhaven didn’t just cool when September hit; it thickened with the scent of dried cedar and pressed cider. For Mel Bennett, this wasn’t just a change in weather—it was the beginning of her "High Season." The front door creaked open, and a gust