The Faded Frontier
The fog did not simply arrive in the valley of Harrow’s Bend; it poured out of the earth like a black, viscous tide, swallowing the timber lines and the crooked spires of the church until the world was reduced to a suffocating, wet grey sphere where sound had lost its ability to travel and distance became a meaningless, terrifying abstraction that pressed against the eardrums of those who...
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