The Distant Legend
The village of Oakhaven sat in the hollow of the valley like a bruise that would not heal, a cluster of thatched roofs and mud-brick walls where the mist clung to the eaves until noon. It was a place where the air tasted of damp wool and old iron, and where every stone seemed to hold a secret that no one dared to whisper. In the center of this quiet, decaying world stood the mill, a great...
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