The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, wet wool that erased the horizon and swallowed the cobblestones of Harrowgate whole, leaving the world reduced to a grey, breathing void where the only certainty was the smell of brine and rotting kelp that clung to the skin like a second, heavier shirt. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his uniform stiff with damp, the...

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