The Pale Exile
The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a sudden, violent exhalation from the valley floor that swallowed the village of Oakhaven in a single, suffocating breath. It was a white, opaque wall that erased the horizon, the church steeple, and the distant hum of the industrial mills that had scarred the landscape for three generations. Inside the stone cottage, Elias Thorne stood before the...
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