The Wistful Witness
The letter from the Guildmaster was already in your hand, the wax seal broken and the paper trembling with the same low, resonant hum that had been growing louder in Oakhaven for weeks, a sound that only those born in the valley could hear, a vibration that felt less like air and more like a physical weight pressing against the inside of your skull. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a...
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