The Fog of Despair
The Fog of Despair The fog came early that autumn, as if the sky itself had grown weary of holding back the dark. Dr. Alistair Thornfield stood at the window of his laboratory in the outskirts of Dublin, watching the last light fade over the potato fields. His hands trembled—not from cold, though the winter was coming early—but from the weight of what he knew, and what no one would believe....
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