The Wistful Letter

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The mist did not lift; it thickened, a wet wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the valley, swallowing the iron spires of the factory in a grey, silent embrace. Elara stood at the edge of the quarry, her boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rust and old rain, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that vanished before they could form words. She was looking for the fox. Not a...

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