The Wistful Skyline
The road into Oakhaven was not a path so much as a suggestion, a ribbon of packed earth that frayed at the edges where the heather grew thick and grey. I walked it with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who has carried the weight of the world for forty years and found it lighter than he expected. My name is Silas Vane. For most of my life, that name was a title, a mark of authority stamped in...
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