The Golden Downtown

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The fog did not lift so much as it thickened, a grey wool that pulled tight around the shoulders of the road, erasing the horizon and leaving only the immediate, breathing reality of the path beneath Maren’s boots. She was walking away from the village of Oakhaven, where the air still smelled of woodsmoke and rotting apples, toward the deep, indifferent heart of the Blackwood, and the weight of...

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