The Labyrinth of Fog
The town of Oakhaven did not exist on any map. It sat in a pocket of grey fog, a place where the clocks ran backward and the crows spoke in riddles. Clara had come here following a trail of letters, each one written in her father's frantic hand, sent from a place that shouldn't exist. The "Elevator" was not a machine, but a series of stone arches in the center of the town. Step through one, and...
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