The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 02:39:51 -

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it hung. It was a grey, suspended mist that clung to the wool of coats and the leather of bridle straps. Thomas Ashworth rode through it on a destrier named Grief, a stallion with a chest like a shield and eyes that reflected nothing. They were moving toward the Citadel. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. This was the path of the oath. This was...

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