The Distant Legend
The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not merely obscure the view of the lighthouse; it seemed to possess a physical weight, a thick, grey wool that pressed against the glass of the high windows of the Ashworth estate, muffling the distant, rhythmic clanging of the industrial docks below into a dull, persistent thud that echoed in the hollows of Margaret’s chest like a second, failing...
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