The Faded Frontier
The road to the village of Oakhaven was not merely a path but a wound in the earth, a long, jagged scar that bled mud into the boots of those who walked it, and as Silas Vance dragged his heavy pack behind him, the weight of the leather straps cut into his shoulders with a dull, rhythmic pain that served as a constant reminder of the distance he had left behind and the uncertainty that lay...
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