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The Clover Boys series

The Hare of the Farm

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Born in the hush between dusk and snow, Indigo wasn’t so much delivered into the world as he was whispered into it. A still, strange child from the start, he came from the farthest edge of Hemlock Evergreen’s old orchards—where the trees don’t bloom quite right, and the mist never fully lifts.

He never cried. Not once. They say his first breath fogged the window and lingered, like he didn’t want to leave whatever world he'd just come from. And maybe he never did. While the other boys chased sheep and threw stones, Indigo wandered the woods alone, humming songs no one taught him and watching clouds roll like sermons across the hills.

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He’s delicate in a way that isn’t weak—like antique glass or a blade so fine it sings. He speaks little, but when he does, it lands like a lullaby or a curse. People don’t know what to make of him. He’s too soft to fear, too strange to trust. But he listens better than anyone, and he remembers the things you say when you think no one’s listening.

Indigo doesn’t belong to this world—he only visits. But every so often, when the moon hits just right and his eyes flash that eerie silver-blue, he’ll look at you like he’s been waiting lifetimes. And maybe he has.

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