The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain in the city of Oakhaven does not fall; it hangs in the air, a thick, grey mist that soaks into the bones before it ever touches the skin. You walk through it, your boots heavy with mud and the weight of years, the cobblestones slick and treacherous underfoot. The streets are narrow, choked with the smell of wet wool, horse dung, and the metallic tang of old iron. It is a city that...

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