The Faded Paradox
The mist did not roll into Oakhaven so much as it settled, a thick, grey wool that strangled the cobblestones and swallowed the sound of Elara Vane’s footsteps. She stood at the edge of the town square, her breath pluming in the cold air, watching the Guild of Keepers process past her in their long, dark robes. They moved with the mechanical precision of clockwork, their faces hidden behind...
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