The Wistful Saga
You are walking, and you are not entirely sure why, but your legs know the rhythm of the cobblestones before your mind does, a steady, dull percussion that mirrors the beating of your heart in that heavy, bruised silence. The city of Oakhaven is waking up, or perhaps it is falling asleep, for the mist clings to the low eaves and the iron gates like a shroud that refuses to be lifted, and the...
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