The Alabaster Nightmare
The fog in the coastal village of Oakhaven did not drift; it clung, a cold, suffocating shroud that tasted of salt and ancient decay. In a derelict cottage perched on the edge of the jagged cliffs lived a man named Elias. Elias was a ghost of a man, a skeletal figure whose skin had become the color of the salt-crusted stones he collected. He was the keeper of a secret that the village regarded...
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