The Shadow Over the Marsh

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2026-05-31 08:21:40 -

The fog did not roll in. It simply arrived, as if the world had always been this way and the fog had been waiting. Thomas Blackwood stood at the edge of the Thames Estuary and felt the mud beneath his boots like a slow tide, shifting, pulling, promising to take him if he stayed still long enough. Arthur Finch stood behind him, two paces back, as always. They had been walking together since...

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