The Golden Downtown
The road to the highlands was not merely a path of gravel and mud, but a scar etched into the earth, a wound that bled red clay under the pale, indifferent gaze of a sun that seemed too distant to offer warmth, and Elias Vane walked it with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying a burden that weighed more than his flesh, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the mist coalesced into shapes...
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