The Distant Whispers

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You leave the village of Oakhaven before the mist has fully lifted from the valley floor, carrying a leather satchel that feels heavier than its contents, a weight that settles into the hollow of your spine as if it were made of lead and old regrets. The air is thin and tastes of iron and damp earth, a sensation that clings to the back of your throat, refusing to be swallowed. You are a man who...

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