The Faded River
The feast was a riot of roasted meats and spiced wine, the air thick with the smoke of bonfires that licked at the night sky. You sat at the head of the long wooden table, your hands steady despite the trembling in your chest. Around you, the villagers of Oakhaven laughed and sang, their voices weaving into a tapestry of noise that felt distant, as if you were listening from the bottom of a...
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