Once upon a Tuesday, in a land where the stars still bothered to wink at you, there was a young man named Finn Copperwood. He lived in a crooked little town called Larkhaven, which leaned against the edge of the world as though it were tired of holding itself up. The cobblestone streets were uneven, the houses were all painted shades of “probably blue,” and the people were friendly in the way that only comes from sharing both gossip and goats.
