Fenwick Mosspocket had one rule: keep everyone at exactly the right distance. He broke it exactly once, with a woman from Millhaven who left offerings at the treeline and never asked for anything back.
Then she died. And she sent him her grandson.
Knox Aldermoor is ten years old, entirely sincere, and carrying a cloth-wrapped object with instructions to find the shop in the Elderwood and give it to the brownie. He has done this. He has now claimed the corner with the good light and shows no particular intention of leaving.
Fenwick has run Mosspocket's — a curiosity shop deep in an ancient enchanted forest — for longer than anyone can remember. Close enough to care for everyone. Far enough to disappear before they can return the favor.
He is not lonely. He would like that noted.
Fenwick can read the history in anything that passes through his hands — except the one object now sitting on his shelf, which he hasn't dared to touch.
A warm, dry cozy fantasy about belonging, found family, and the particular difficulty of letting yourself be found. Perfect for fans of Legends & Lattes, The Goblin Emperor, and A Psalm for the Wild-Built.
Book 1 of Tales from the Elderwood.
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