The Golden Maze
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey drizzle that slicked the cobblestones of the High Street and turned the ancient stones of the city walls into a mirror for the low, bruised sky. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the market square, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, though the blade was sheathed and the threat it posed was merely...
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