The Distant Legend

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The village of Oakhaven did not sleep, but rather held its breath in the heavy, amber haze of the harvest moon. It was a place where the soil was thick with the memory of old roots, and the air tasted perpetually of woodsmoke and dried lavender. In the center of the square, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of weary feet, stood the Great Bell. It was not a bell of brass or...

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