The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 06:08:15 -

The fog had settled into the valley of the River Ouse like a burial shroud, thick and wet and tasting of coal dust and rot, and you stood there at the edge of the moor, your boots sinking into the black mud, feeling the cold seep through the leather and into the marrow of your bones, a chill that did not come from the air but from the very earth itself, as if the ground were mourning something...

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