The Golden Downtown
The road to the village of Oakhaven was not merely a path but a scar in the earth, a long, winding line of packed dirt and broken stone that seemed to stretch endlessly into the grey, suffocating mist of the ancient valley. I walked it with my boots heavy, the soles worn thin by months of marching through the mud of the borderlands, and every step felt like a negotiation with the ground beneath...
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