The one who never left still a hero at home by sir Wallace T. Knight

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…A chill wind swept through the square, rustling the leaves of the ancient oak tree at its center. The peaceful façade of Havenwood suddenly felt fragile, a thin veneer over something far more sinister. Wallace knew, with a certainty that settled like lead in his gut, that his quest for peace was over before it had truly begun. The hero who had sought to leave his past behind was now bound to confront it, not in the vastness of space, but in the quiet, beloved streets of his own home. The echoes of starlight had followed him, and the whispers of home were now calling him to arms.