The Golden Downtown
The morning Elias Vane left the stone-paved square of Oakhaven, the air tasted of wet ash and the lingering, sweet rot of the autumn apples that had fallen from the high branches of the ancient oaks lining the main street, a scent that had once been synonymous with harvest and hope but now carried the heavy, metallic tang of the curse that had settled over the town like a shroud, binding the...
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