The Cerulean Sleep

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The village of Oakhaven was a smudge of grey on a coastline of charcoal. The fog here did not just hide the land; it breathed. It was a living thing, salt-heavy and ancient, and it had claimed the husband of the woman who lived in the house on the cliff. The Harbinger arrived at midnight, his black robes absorbing the light of the few remaining lamps. He did not speak of wealth or health; he...

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