The Wistful Witness

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The road is hard. It is red clay. You walk it. You are tired. Your boots are wet. The rain has stopped. The air is cold. It smells of wet stone and old smoke. You are going to the village of Oakhaven. You are a stranger here. You carry nothing but a satchel. It is heavy. It holds your life. It holds your guilt. The village is small. It sits in a valley. The houses are stone. They are grey. They...

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