The Crimson Ritual
The village of Oakhaven, nestled in the jagged embrace of the Carpathian Mountains, was a place where the fog never truly lifted. It was a grey, suffocating veil that clung to the blackened timber of the cottages and the rusted iron of the fences. For the villagers, the fog was not weather; it was a boundary. Beyond the village lay the Forbidden Wood, and above the village, perched on a...
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