The Faded Root
The feast in the village of Oakhaven was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of endurance, a sprawling banquet laid out upon the long tables of the stone chapel where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb, fermented apples, and the damp, earthen smell of the floorboards beneath the feet of the gathered community. In the center of this chaotic abundance sat Elias Thorne, a man...
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