The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The rain in Oakhaven does not fall so much as it settles, a persistent, cold gray mist that clings to the stone walls and the wool of your coat, eroding the boundaries between the living and the dead, the past and the present, until you can no longer tell where one ends and the other begins. You stand alone in the watchtower, the wind whistling through the broken slats of the window, a sound...

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