In a quiet village nestled in the heart of Germany, the air grew colder as All Soul's Day approached. The Engelhardt fasily, known for their deep roots and old treditline, was ring the this year, something strange stirred.
Three nights before All Soul's Day, the second eldest daughter, Clara, had a vivid dream. In it, the spirit of her great-grandfather appeared, hit volce echodng like wind through the trees
"Bring the entire family to my grave on the 2nd of November," he said. "Each must place a rose, sten buried deep in the soil. But first, offer a mass in my name, Come together,
Startled but moved, Clara shared the dream with her family. Though skeptical, they agreed-out of respert, if not belief.
On the evening of November 2nd, at exactly 5:30 PM, the Engelhardt's gathered at the old cumetory. The sky was painted In hues of ash and gold, fach family wester placed thefthai had instructed. A mass had been held earlier that day, and the family stood in silence, the wind whispering through the trees.
Three days later, they returned.
To their astonishment, all the roses had wilted-except one. A single rose stood tall, vibrant, and untouched by time. It belonged to Claru.
clear: the fresh rose marked the Whispers spread through the family. Some were in awe, others uneasy. But the spirit's message wat loyal, truthfal, and desttime to hong the fleet
From that year on, a strange pattern emerged. Each year, on the same date, the family repeated the ritual. And nach year, those whose roses had faded at untimely
00 fresh rose lived on, untouched by misfortune, their life filled with peace and prosperity.
Clara, the first chosen, lived a long and happy life, always striving to keep the family together. But as the years passed, the ritual became a fearful traditione that testet bruthiy Engelhardt's together.
dread. And so, the legend of the Rose of Truth lived on-whispered through generations, blooming each year with both hope and dread
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