The Distant Summer
The mist hung low over the valley, a thick, gray blanket that erased the horizon and turned the world into a place of suspended breath. Elias walked. He had been walking for three days, though he had lost count of the hours. The road was not a road anymore; it was a suggestion, a line of stones that disappeared into the fog as quickly as it appeared. His boots were heavy, soaked through with a...
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