The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cobblestones of Oakhaven are cold under your boots, a chill that seeps through the thin soles and settles in the marrow, a physical reminder of the poverty that has become your defining trait. You stand at the edge of the market square, watching Master Aldric’s carriage rattle away into the mist, the leather wheels crunching against the stone as he departs for the winter solstice feast,...

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