The Pale Door
The fog did not merely settle upon the valley of Ashwood; it invaded it, a dense, grey tide that swallowed the ancient oaks and erased the horizon until the world was reduced to a claustrophobic circle of damp silence and the smell of rotting peat. Elara Vane moved through this white void with the mechanical precision of a surgeon navigating the dark interior of a failing organ, her boots...
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