The Golden Maze
The town of Oakhaven was a place where the air tasted of damp earth and old secrets, and it was here, in the shadow of the church steeple that pierced the perpetual gray of the sky, that Elara Vane wore her shawl of spun silver, a garment so fine it seemed woven from the moonlight itself, a thing that had been passed down through generations of women who had looked too deeply into the mirrors...
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