The Golden Scar
The rain in Oakhaven does not fall; it presses down, a grey, industrial weight that settles into the seams of your coat and the cracks of the cobblestones, turning the city into a slick, reflective mirror of its own soot. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you have spent the last decade walking the perimeter of this industrial sprawl, a border warden tasked with keeping the chaos...
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