The Distant Legend
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the road into a thick, sucking paste that threatened to swallow my boots with every step. I am Elias, an inquisitor for the Bishop of Thorne, and I have come to the village of Oakhaven with a mandate written in ink that dries black as dried blood. My task is simple, or so it seems: to confiscate the "Cursed Veil," a silk shawl rumored...
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