The Faded Road
The fog in the city of Oakhaven did not merely hang in the air; it breathed, a thick, wet exhalation that tasted of iron and old rot, seeping into the marrow of the stones and the souls of those who walked its narrow, cobbled arteries. Elias Thorne had been born in the shadow of the Great Spire, his life woven into the very mortar of the city, yet he remained a stranger to its heartbeat, a man...
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