The Hunger Tithe
The sky over Oakhaven was not a sky, but a heavy, woolen blanket of charcoal grey, saturated with the soot of a thousand chimneys. Here, the air tasted of sulfur and desperation. In the center of the town stood the Tabernacle of Grace, a towering edifice of cold granite where Silas, the town’s spiritual and temporal anchor, presided over the remnants of a broken people. Silas did not speak of...
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