The Golden Visit
The rain in the village of Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it only makes the mud deeper and the air heavier, pressing down on the shoulders of those who dare to walk the cobbled streets. You stand at the edge of the village square, the hood of your traveler’s cloak drawn low, watching the smoke rise from the chimneys of the Merchant’s Guild. You are not a man, strictly speaking. You are a...
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