The Wistful Mirror

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The fog did not merely sit upon the moor; it inhabited the air, a thick, wet wool that pulled at the lungs and dampened the sound of the world into a muffled, gray silence. Elias Thorne walked through it, his boots sinking into the peat with a soft, sucking resistance, each step a deliberate act of endurance against the creeping numbness of the October wind. He was not a man accustomed to the...

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