The Distant Summer
The fog in the valley of Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it erased it, a thick, milky suspension that turned the ancient stone walls into ghosts and the iron gates into skeletal fingers grasping at a morning that refused to arrive. Silas Vane stood alone in the center of the old assay room, a space that had once smelled of sulfur and ambition but now reeked only of damp rot and the...
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