The Distant Promise

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The ink on the parchment was still wet when I arrived at the threshold of the village, a viscous black fluid that seemed to breathe with a rhythm entirely its own. I had come from the city, where the air was thin and the minds were sharper, but here in the valley of Oakhaven, the atmosphere was heavy, saturated with a dampness that clung to the skin like a second, colder layer of clothing. I...

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