**The Intriguing Tale of the River of Story Stones** It began on an ordinary afternoon—the kind where sunlight hums its own melody and time slows just enough for you to breathe. The little shop at the corner—known by few yet discovered by those who are ready—waited with its door slightly ajar. A hand-painted sign read: “Closed for Grace — Gone Walking by the River.” Inside, the scent of cocoa and honey lingered in the air, mingling with the faint whisper of stories yet to be

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