The Golden Cellar
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that smothered the village of Oakhaven in a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the ribs of every stone building. It was the kind of weather that seemed to drain the color from the world, leaving only the muted browns of wet timber and the dull, slate blue of the sky, a landscape that had...
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