The Golden Quest
The city of Oakhaven does not appear on any map you would recognize, for it exists in the marrow of memory rather than the ink of cartography. It is a place of stone and shadow, where the fog rolls off the river like a grey wool blanket, damp and heavy, smelling of wet wool and ancient coal. You live here, or rather, you survive here, in a room above a chandler’s shop that smells perpetually of...
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