The Distant Crown
The mist did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a grey, viscous fluid that rose from the frozen lake to meet the heavy sky, blurring the sharp lines of the pine trees until they became only suggestions of verticality, dark smudges against a canvas of indeterminate depth, and I walked into that nothingness with the weight of my service bearing down upon me, a pressure in the chest...
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