The Distant Threshold
The road to Oakhaven is not merely a path of packed earth and gravel, but a vein of the earth itself, pulsing with a slow, viscous darkness that defies the simple laws of cartography. You walk it with your boots heavy, the mud sucking at your heels with a tenacity that mirrors the weight of the duty you carry, a duty that has long since ceased to be a matter of simple obedience and has become a...
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