The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The mist in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it held it, a thick, damp shroud that smelled of rotting peat and impending rain. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of his cottage, the heavy oak door creaking behind him, watching the grey veil swallow the village square where the councilmen had just revoked his trade license. He was forty years old, a man whose hands were stained...

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