The beekeepers kept to themselves when they first arrived, but there were signs.

First, it was just bees- bees, everywhere- but soon, it was the sweet scent of honey overtaking the once-pervasive smell of fish guts. Even the most wizened, nose-blind old fisherfolk tipped their noses up to catch a whiff.

One frigid midwinter morning, when it was too cold even for the snow to fall, the village folk rose to find the ice on their front stoops melted.

In its place, at every door, was a bundle of three beeswax candles and a sprig of Unseasonably fresh lavender, all tied together with twine.

How wonderfully comforting it was, in those long, dark winter months, to see a candle burn in every window!

Unfortunately, the pleasant aroma caused everyone in the village to inhale so deeply and collectively that they shifted the wind patterns and drew in a fresh winter storm.

That was alright. They’d weathered many a storm before. Now, they had a curiously potent candle to light their way through it.

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