The Wistful Witness

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The winter came to the village of Oakhaven not as a season, but as a judgment. It fell in sheets of grey silt that choked the sun and turned the world into a monochrome of ash and bone. I walked the long road north, my boots sinking into the mud that had frozen solid by dusk. I was a man who had left his home, my name, and my language behind, seeking a place where the old gods had not yet...

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