The Golden Quest
The mist hangs low over the valley, thick as wool and cold as grave soil. You walk the perimeter, the same path you have walked for three years, your boots sinking into the damp earth that smells of rotting leaves and old iron. The town of Oakhaven sleeps beneath a blanket of fog, its windows dark, its streets empty save for the occasional stray dog skittering across the pavement. You are not...
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