The Golden Quest
The road out of Oakhaven was not a road at all but a wound in the earth, a jagged scar of mud and broken slate that wept with every heavy step I took, and I walked it with the heavy, dull certainty of a man who knows he is carrying a weight that has long since become indistinguishable from his own bones. The air tasted of iron and old smoke, thick with the scent of rotting leaves that had been...
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