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The lavender farm just outside Bangor Harbor was a sight to behold, endless rows of vibrant purple flowers stretched across the land, swaying gently in the breeze. Nestled amidst the flowers stood charming red windmill cottages, adding to the serene beauty of the scene. It was a peaceful haven by the harbor, a place where visitors could forget their worries and lose themselves in the colors and scents.

Beauvoir followed the other workers quietly, her curiosity piqued by the talk of the day; the eldest lady of the manor was arriving. The whole house seemed to be in a flurry of activity, with the butler himself greeting her at the gates. He was even sternly warning everyone to keep their distance and not cause any trouble.