The Distant Promise
The fog did not so much enter the valley of the River Awd as it descended from the sky like a heavy, damp shroud, wrapping itself around the gnarled oak trees and the crumbling stone walls of the old military outpost, a place that had seen the blood of men and the silence of ghosts in equal measure. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron...
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