The mist did not lift. It thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the eyes of the valley. You walked. Your boots, once leather, were now just skin and rot, clinging to feet that had forgotten how to bleed. You were a man of the law, or you had been, back in the days when the stone walls of the town still held their shape and the magistrate’s seal meant something other than a promise of debt....
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