The Distant Legend
The mist hangs low over the valley of Oakhaven, a thick, grey wool that swallows the foundations of the houses and blurs the line between the earth and the sky, and you stand in the center of the courtyard, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps into your bones like a slow poison, but from the weight of the silence that has accumulated around you, a silence so dense it feels like a...
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