The fog clung to the moors like a shroud, and Thomas Harrow walked...

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The fog clung to the moors like a shroud, and Thomas Harrow walked it alone.

He had been a schoolteacher for six years, a widower for two, and a man who had stopped believing in anything after the fever took Elizabeth. The children in his class knew this—they whispered about the master who never smiled, who kept his lessons short and his distance longer. They were right to do so. Thomas had learned that closeness only led to loss, and loss was a currency he could no...

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