The Echo of the Grey Mist

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2026-06-17 02:01:31 -

(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog did not merely drift through the village of Oakhaven; it possessed it. It was a thick, cloying shroud that smelled of damp earth and old regrets, turning the cobblestones into slick, obsidian mirrors. Within a crumbling manor that had long since forgotten the touch of laughter, Arthur sat by a hearth that provided light but no warmth. His only companion was...

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