The Wistful Voyage

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The rain fell like a shroud over the village of Oakhaven. It did not splash. It wept. The cobblestones were slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. In the center of the square stood the Great Oak. It was ancient. Its roots drank deep from the earth. Its branches reached for the heavens. It had stood for three centuries. It would stand for three more. Elias Thorne moved through the...

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