The Faded Guest
The mist that rolled in from the grey expanse of the North Sea did not merely obscure the world; it erased it, dissolving the hard edges of the village and the soft contours of the moor into a singular, breathing whiteness that swallowed the sound of footsteps and the cry of gulls alike. Within this suspended silence, Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who has long...
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