The Pale Tale
The road to the village of Oakhaven was not merely a path but a wound in the earth, a long, grey scar that stretched from the highlands down into the valley where the mist never fully lifted, and I walked it with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who has spent a lifetime measuring the distance between what is seen and what is felt, carrying with me the weight of a truth that had begun to...
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