The Distant Legend
The wind in Oakhaven does not blow; it cuts, carrying the soot of a thousand chimneys and the metallic tang of the river that runs black beneath the city’s iron bones. I am Elias Thorne, a mason from the west country, and I have come here with nothing but my chisel, my hammer, and the desperate, hollow hope that I can rebuild the shattered spire of St. Jude’s Cathedral. The stone whispers to...
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