The Golden Visit
The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not lift; it thickened, pressing against the stone walls of the Guildhouse like a living thing seeking entry. Elias stood before the heavy oak door, his hands trembling not from cold but from the rigid, bureaucratic weight of the summons he held. He was a warrior, a man whose life had been defined by the sharp edge of his sword and the unyielding devotion...
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