The Faded Guest
The city of Oakhaven was not a place that existed on any map drawn by the cartographers of the Crown, nor did it possess a mayor or a municipal clock, yet it stood in the gray, rain-slicked hollow between two mountain ranges with the stubborn, undeniable persistence of a scar that refuses to fade, a place where the air tasted of wet stone and old secrets, and where the houses were built from...
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