Normal town
With a quaint church that echoed its sermon every Sunday, a mall that sat at the town’s heart, a smattering of clothing stores lining its main street, and the peaceful humdrum of life marking its rhythm, Crestwood was a picture of ordinariness. But beyond its mundane appearance, Crestwood harbored an extraordinary tale, a folk legend that cast a mystic aura around it.
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