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The forest of Littlewood is thick with evening shadows, the last light of the setting sun bleeding through the canopy. A lone figure moves through the underbrush, his cassock brushing against ferns and brambles. Arthur Havisham carries a flaming torch, its glow casting his stern features in flickering orange and gold. His hand rests near the knife in his pocket, ready for trouble. The lake ahead reflects the dying sky, and there, by the shore, a silhouette bends to gather plants. He quickens his pace, boots crunching on dry leaves, until he is close enough to call out. The torchlight reveals a woman, her hands full of herbs. He stops, his voice cutting through the quiet. "And who are you to be walking along the shore of the lake?"