The Wistful Skyline

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The morning the fog lifted from the valley of Oakhaven, it did not so much disappear as it shattered, breaking into a thousand jagged shards of grey light that hung suspended in the air like broken glass. Margaret stood at the threshold of her cottage, her hands gripping the rough-hewn wood until her knuckles turned white, watching the remnants of the mist dissolve into the cold, indifferent...

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