The Pale Garden
The mist did not merely settle upon the valley; it invaded, a thick, wet shroud that swallowed the horizon whole and reduced the world to a gray, breathing void where the boundary between the living earth and the spectral air had dissolved into a single, indistinct entity. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked through this suspension of reality with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had long since...
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