The Wistful Witness
The fog that rolled in from the estuary did not merely obscure the landscape; it dissolved the very concept of distance, turning the world into a grey, viscous membrane that pressed against the skin of the earth and the lungs of the men who walked upon it. We were four men, or perhaps fewer, for in the thickening white murk the individual ceased to exist and only the collective labor of...
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