Great Britain, 1920s. Eleven-year-old Oliver is the thirteenth and youngest child in a very poor family living on the outskirts of the small town of Fernwood. The boy cannot attend school because he is nearly completely blind, and he has no friends...
In the small town of Fernwood, nothing ever happened. Well, just like in all small towns.
People were born and died, got married and divorced, moved somewhere else or stayed here forever - the ordinary things of ordinary people. Here, the mundane filled the air, and there was nothing but the mundane.
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Fate, in this place, had a penchant for dark humor, entangling injustice where it appeared most cruel. It often laughed at those who deserved a helping hand and warmly embraced those who deserved it the least.
As in any other place around the world, there were those who were a bit more fortunate - they had the opportunity to build a brighter future for themselves, conquer larger cities, and improve their living conditions.
However, regrettably, there were also those for whom the battle for their place in the sun was a literal struggle, and this fight seemed never-ending. A ceaseless battle, where some people just had to fail. And for them, nothing changed - the mundane and destitution remained the only way out.
Each day that followed resembled the one before it, and there was no point in expecting something different. Everything was as predictable as the events in a bad TV series.
