The Distant Promise

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The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, grey wool pulled from the belly of the earth. It swallowed the village of Harrowgate whole, erasing the spires, the cobblestones, the very concept of distance. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the old mill, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and rot. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his uniform darkened...

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