The Golden Quest
You arrive in the town of Oakhaven on a Tuesday. The rain is thin. It cuts the air into small, sharp pieces. You are a soldier. You are not a soldier. You are an officer. You are a mark. The town is gray. The buildings are stone. The people are stone. They watch you. They do not speak. They look at your badge. They look at your face. They see a stranger. They see a threat. They see the thing...
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