The Wistful Silence

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The fog in Harrowgate did not merely obscure the city; it swallowed it, a thick, grey wool that muffled the clatter of hooves on cobblestones and dampened the very breath of the living. I stood at the window of the cramped office on Vane Street, watching the world dissolve into a uniform slate. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that made the bones ache with a dull, persistent throb....

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