The Faded Shield
The road to the village of Oakhaven was not merely a path of dirt and stone but a physical manifestation of the ancient, grinding pressure that had settled into the bones of the land for three centuries, a pressure so dense it felt less like gravity and more like a judgment, a verdict handed down by the earth itself which had forgotten how to forgive, and you walked upon it with the heavy,...
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