The Golden Quest
The air in the town of Oakhaven hung heavy with the scent of roasted chestnuts and coal smoke, a thick, amber haze that clung to the wool of coats and the lace of collars, wrapping the entire community in a suffocating embrace of warmth and decay that felt less like a shelter and more like a tomb. It was the eve of the Festival of Lights, a tradition so ancient it predated the ironworks and the...
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