The Wistful Dinner

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The road to the village of Oakhaven was not a road at all but a wound in the earth, a jagged tear of mud and broken stone that swallowed your boots and pulled at the hem of your coat as you walked, the air thick with the smell of wet ash and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to rise from the soil itself, a scent so pervasive and ancient that it felt less like an odor and more like a...

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