The Golden Echoes
The rain in the valley has a weight to it, a heavy, persistent sorrow that settles into the bones of the stone walls and the thatch of the roofs, and you have learned to carry this weight with you as you walk the muddy path toward the keep. You are not a man who speaks much, and the villagers of Oakhaven, with their mud-caked boots and their eyes fixed on the ground as if seeking answers in the...
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