The Eternal Devourer

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The fog rolled off the moors like a living thing, thick and yellow with coal smoke, swallowing the stone cottages of Harrowfield whole. Edgar Thorne stood at the window of his father's forge and watched it come, his hands—those hands that had pulled a dying man from a collapsed mine shaft three days ago—trembling in the pale morning light. They called him the Heaven-Piercer now. The village...

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