The Distant Wound
The bell did not ring when Elara Vance left the high ground, a subtle failure of mechanism that seemed to echo the quietness of her departure. She walked down the sloping path toward the valley floor, where the town of Oakhaven clung to the riverbank like a lichen on old stone, its grey roofs huddled together in a permanent state of vigilance. It was not a time for grand gestures or loud...
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