The Distant Whispers
The fog sat low in the valley, a thick gray wool that swallowed the roots of the ancient oaks. You were standing at the edge of the village, watching the mist creep over the cobblestones. It was not a natural fog, you knew. It was a wall. It was the breath of the coming siege, or perhaps just the breath of the land itself, holding its secrets. Your sister, Elara, had disappeared three days...
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