The Golden Echoes
You are the new head of the Archives. The title is heavy, a lead weight sewn into the lining of your coat, and you feel its drag with every step up the limestone stairs. The city of Oakhaven sleeps beneath a veil of fog, a medieval knot of stone and timber that has not changed since the time of the kings. Your predecessors did not change, either. They simply vanished, or so the town whispered....
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