The Wistful Show
The road into the valley of Oakhaven did not so much end as dissolve into a mist that clung to the ankles of the traveler like wet wool. Sir Alaric Vane, a man whose armor had seen more winters than his hair had seen summers, walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of one who has long since ceased to believe in the mercy of the earth. He was a knight of the High Court, a man whose name was spoken...
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