The Golden Master
The road to the village of Oakhaven was not merely a path of packed earth and mud but a living vein of the earth itself, pulsing with a heavy, wet silence that seemed to swallow the sound of my own footsteps as I trudged up the steep incline, carrying upon my back a leather satchel so heavy with the weight of my trade and my secrets that it threatened to buckle my spine into a permanent,...
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