The Last Ember of the Hearth

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The fog did not merely drift over the Irish coast; it owned it. For Elias, a man whose skin had become as weathered as the limestone cliffs of County Clare, the mist was a shroud that had been slowly tightening around him for decades. He lived in a cottage that smelled of peat smoke and old sorrows, a place where the silence was so heavy it felt like a physical presence. Barnaby, a golden...

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