The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-20 07:31:12 -

The rain did not wash the town clean. It only made the mud thicker, turning the cobbled streets of Oakhaven into a slick, brown river that swallowed the soles of our boots. I stood at the edge of the market square, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, though I had not drawn it in three days. My name is Thomas, and I am the constable of this place, a title that feels less like a badge of...

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