The Curse of the Collective
The village of Oakhaven was a smudge of grey on a canvas of deep, oppressive green. It sat in a valley where the mist never truly cleared, and the pines grew so thick they seemed to choke the light from the sky. Julian, a scholar of comparative mythology, arrived in Oakhaven during the autumn equinox, searching for the origins of a local legend. The first thing Julian noticed was the rhythm....
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