The Distant Affair
The road to the village of Oakhaven is not merely a path of dirt and stone, but a long, winding throat through which the world exhales its ancient, damp breath. You walk it with a lantern in your hand, the glass cracked and weeping a pale, trembling light that barely holds back the encroaching night. It is a journey of miles, yet it feels like a century, a distance measured not in paces but in...
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