The Wistful Saga
The silence in the valley of Oakhaven was not merely an absence of sound but a heavy, tangible substance, a thick woolen shroud that settled over the thatched roofs and the cobblestone streets, pressing down upon the shoulders of the townspeople with a weight that only the eldest among them seemed to recognize as familiar. It was a silence born of a specific, unspoken fear, a fear that had...
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