The Faded Chronicle

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The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and gray as wet wool. It swallowed the pier, the cranes, and the distant lights of the city. Elias stood on the deck of the trawler, his hands resting on the cold iron railing. The metal bit into his palms. He watched the mist swirl. It looked like breath. Like the exhalation of something old and tired. He was a man of the coast, though he had spent...

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